"He wouldn’t let me help fix him, Draco! He broke himself, and he kept himself broken." Rage seeped into her voice. "He’s always saying how this is drowning him. Me and Remus, we’re drowning him. He’s dying. He can’t do this, he’s not a father. Whatever. And I told him to leave when Remus wasn’t even six months old. I told him that, Draco. "If you’re not happy, then leave. I won’t be mad. I want you to be happy.’ And I meant those words, Draco. I mean them now. He told me— he said, "what I want is something I can’t have.’" She scoffed and settled back against the wall, eyes unfocused in their gaze at something in the distance.