"At times I suppose it could be," Elza said in reply. Did Clive find himself sad after she had died...? Well to be fair she hadn't yet made it that far yet after that bullet had pierced her chest. Watching the clouds rolling over the blue sky though, Elza without a doubt already knew the answer.
"We all make our own choices kid, and there's little use in mourning the dead," She carelessly offered getting back to business. Emotions were things best left at the back door after all. "You've got a good heart, kid."
“Oh, why thanks, I appreciate it,” he isn’t sure what else to say next, but at least there is some good out of it.
There is no point of seeping for the dead for this long: he had wished that he could’ve done more to save his godfather from a cruel death years ago, but it is are out of his control. If only Peter hadn’t betrayed that trust his parents had bestowed upon him or they could’ve just gave Sirius that role instead.
Elza didn't say anything in return to his thanks. The gunner didn't feel the need to. Instead she went back to relaxing in the grass while the IronMoon bopped up and down around Rose and Harry.
Rose gleefully squeaks at the IronMoon with her eyes wide open while Harry goes back to looking at it in pure awe; Hedwig doesn’t seem to be interested in stating at the crescent moon like creature as she is more concerned with resting from flying around the city’s perimeters.
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"We all make our own choices kid, and there's little use in mourning the dead," She carelessly offered getting back to business. Emotions were things best left at the back door after all. "You've got a good heart, kid."
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There is no point of seeping for the dead for this long: he had wished that he could’ve done more to save his godfather from a cruel death years ago, but it is are out of his control. If only Peter hadn’t betrayed that trust his parents had bestowed upon him or they could’ve just gave Sirius that role instead.
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