“I don’t know.” She answers honestly, even if he says not to, because she feels that she should. She glances about themselves then focuses on the object with a mind of its own. “It started with just a wish for a small holiday and companionship.” And has grown by its own accord into something beautiful and tragic and frustrating. While Remus’ thoughts of time travel selfishness may feel fleeting or random to him, similar thoughts haven’t left Tonks’ own mind the entire time. She supposes that’s the danger of being able to view one’s travels linearly.
Too, as she has already acted upon impulse and attempted to change things, she supposes that there are certain things that little bedknobs and witches can’t change. Things put in place for reasons beyond her understanding. “It’s all a bit fucked up, innit?” She asks quietly, more to herself than to her friend. “What’s the point if we can’t--?” But then she trails off, half because there’s no good coming from that line of thought and half to listen, and shakes her head. “I don’t think that’s true. I think you’ve done as good as the world’s allowed you to.”
As for getting out of here, Tonks crawls over the side of the bed and offers her hand to help him back up as well. “What do you think? Some beach in Greece might be lovely this time of…time.” Since seasons and years don’t exactly matter.
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Date: 2022-11-28 11:23 pm (UTC)Too, as she has already acted upon impulse and attempted to change things, she supposes that there are certain things that little bedknobs and witches can’t change. Things put in place for reasons beyond her understanding. “It’s all a bit fucked up, innit?” She asks quietly, more to herself than to her friend. “What’s the point if we can’t--?” But then she trails off, half because there’s no good coming from that line of thought and half to listen, and shakes her head. “I don’t think that’s true. I think you’ve done as good as the world’s allowed you to.”
As for getting out of here, Tonks crawls over the side of the bed and offers her hand to help him back up as well. “What do you think? Some beach in Greece might be lovely this time of…time.” Since seasons and years don’t exactly matter.