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I thought he trusted me. Of course, I also thought I knew him, and look how wrong I was. I had doubted the Cause for some time, but I thought that he was devoted heart and soul to it. I should have noticed that something was wrong. If only we had both been more open, he would not have died alone. I would have died with him, or, more likely, found a way to keep him alive. Thoughts of honor are nothing compared to the reality of death. Instead, I watched him commit an act of supreme foolishness. He faced death willingly, and did not flinch. In his place I would have been cowering in terror. I will make his death worthwhile by making the most use of my life. If I die at the Dark Lord's hands, it will be as a spy. I will go to Dumbledore tomorrow.
