Sixth Year
"After you have killed me, Severus — "
"You refuse to tell me everything, yet you expect that small service of me!" snarled Snape, and real anger flared in the thin face now. "You take a great deal for granted Dumbledore! Perhaps I have changed my mind!"
"Really Severus? I'm touched, truly. I had thought that you would have been panting for the opportunity after that promise you made years ago. And after your initial agreement to the plan I thought that…well I thought that your feelings hadn't changed. Was I wrong?" Severus' shoulders slumped, "Damn you, you know you were. You are the closest thing to a friend that I have had for over twenty years, of course I changed my mind. I no longer hold you responsible for what happened that night, instead my rage is focused entirely upon myself. I do not look to survive this war, but I had hoped to die with at least a shred of my tattered soul intact. And you would take even that away from me. I suppose that it is the best that one such as I could hope for."