He did what he does. Did. Whatever. You know what I mean. He always had a knack for making himself pathetic. And she's the same.
And look. I know she's not to blame. I know that. And I know that she blamed herself, her 'wrong-headedness,' for the way Voldemort twisted him and forced him further into his own madness. And no, I didn't want to let that stand.
But the truth is she made it worse. She gave him an outlet to indulge all his poetical, Proustian petulance and sink deeper and deeper into self-pity. So much so that he gave up.
Circe. She's a kid. And at the same time she connected to him in a way that - that I couldn't do, Moony. Because I just couldn't stand the self-indulgence. Merlin, I'm getting fed up with myself now for letting myself wallow.
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He did what he does. Did. Whatever. You know what I mean. He always had a knack for making himself pathetic. And she's the same.
And look. I know she's not to blame. I know that. And I know that she blamed herself, her 'wrong-headedness,' for the way Voldemort twisted him and forced him further into his own madness. And no, I didn't want to let that stand.
But the truth is she made it worse. She gave him an outlet to indulge all his poetical, Proustian petulance and sink deeper and deeper into self-pity. So much so that he gave up.
Circe. She's a kid. And at the same time she connected to him in a way that - that I couldn't do, Moony. Because I just couldn't stand the self-indulgence. Merlin, I'm getting fed up with myself now for letting myself wallow.
I dunno. I'm not angry with her. I'm just
I don't know.
I'm utter bollocks at this stuff.