Notes: The prompt? A list of reasons to go, or to stay. I decided to do both at once.
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I could
hurt her, with or without the wolf.
"Do you think I took
this job to be safe? You've MET my mentor, right? 'Bout this tall,
creepy eye?"
She deserves more than I can give.
"How
about what I want? Do I need to tell you how bleeding condescending
you sound?"
I'm an old man; far too old for her.
"Oh,
please, you haven't hit half a century yet – I could get some
wrinkles if you want, here, look…"
I'm poor; I'll
always be poor.
"Not your fault, is it? I make enough, and
the Order – don't give me that look, it's not charity if you're out
risking your neck for them every night."
She knows
me.
"It's okay to open up, you know, let someone in. I'm
not gonna just leave."
I don't want to lose another
friend.
"You won't. Even if this doesn't work out – and
I'm not stupid, Remus, I know it might not – I won't just stop
caring."
She makes me forget.
"Oi, it's
okay to laugh, you know. You deserve to be happy sometimes, all
right?"
She reminds me of him, sometimes.
"I
bet he's having a good laugh, wherever he is. Probably take it as a
compliment. I do."
Her mother is a bit
terrifying.
"She likes you. She missed you, you know,
wondered why you never wrote. Now I tell her you're just thick."
I
love her.
"I love you too, and you can't make me stop."