The headmaster managed a wise smile, though it was shaky. "They will never truly die," he said, as firmly as he could, "not so long as we remember them." He believed that, though maybe only because he might have gone mad decades ago if he didn't. You didn't kill me, said Gellert's voice in the back of his head, what does that say about all your pretty words, hmm? (Sometimes he wondered, to himself, if killing the old Dark Lord would silence his voice, or make it louder.) 