XI. Iris
Faith.
Neville didn't mean to cry in front of her. He was supposed to be the strong one, and Hannah of all people needed him to be strong. She had lost more than most in the war; all her family were gone now, every single one of them. She should have been the one crying, not him. He hadn't lost everything, had he? He still had Gran, didn't he? He shouldn't have been crying in front of her.
"It's alright, Neville," she whispered. "It's fine. You don't have to bear everyone else's problems as well as your own."
Neville didn't reply. Instead he shook his head and sighed. "I can't do this. I'm not strong enough."
"You shouldn't have to," Hannah replied. "You don't have to. And you are strong; you're the strongest person I've ever met. You can get through this: we all can. I have faith in you."
The fact that she meant what she said only made him cry harder.
"I'll try, Hannah. For you."