A battle had been raging within her since she spoke with Ginny the previous afternoon. Or was it evening? She couldn't remember. Everything was bleeding together. Time was moving too quickly and dragging on too long all at once. She had to go. She had to stay. Her son needed his mother. Her son deserved better. If Antonin was dead, she had to take care of Ollie. If Antonin was dead, Ollie should be taken care of by Mafalda Yaxley. She should rid the world of the misery of her existence. She had to stay alive to keep fighting for a better world.