Andromeda Tonks
But... it's not resolved. It's not, and I don't quite understand how you've convinced yourself of that truth. You're lying to yourself, Andromeda.
She takes us away from sure death, only to send people back to it when she sees fit, and yet somehow wants us to be thankful? To make us experience the pain of loss over and over? There's no promise of anything, only of more pain. There's no permanence. She says we can live here, she says we can have a life, but what happens? We start to have one, and then it's gone in the blink of an eye.
And you're saying to sit back and wait? To hope that he comes back? To wish that my family arrives? That maybe he'll know me or be an age where we're together? But there's still no assurance, no solid ground to stand on.
I know that's not what you want to hear. I'm sorry that I can't just accept what you're saying, I want to, but I can't. I get that it's no easier for you, and you get a shite hand too - that you've been through it. But the fact remains that I don't know if I want to live like this. You say don't do anything rash, well, I don't know how to not be rash. Anger is all I've got anymore. Because I'm so fucking sick of pain.