If Damian lived a hundred years, and a hundred years after that, he would not be half as wise as Jane Howard. Being clever got him this far, and being tricky got him into the Ministry of Magic. "You are right." She always seemed to be. She could turn trauma into strength. A true alchemist.
"We'll persevere." The hand on his arm seemed to send a jolt of positive energy through him. "Nothing lives in darkness forever. The sun rises. Even if we have to hoist it up above the horizon with our own hands."
Damian let a moments silence linger between them. A thousand words living and dying on his tongue without any escaping. Until. "I would ask about this experiment of yours that has taken you so close to the edge, but privacy is one of the few luxuries that we are afforded here." He spoke more out of concern than curiosity.
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