Hermione alone couldn’t have convinced him to stay, to  exist. Even if he wanted her like the breath in his lungs, breath alone is not enough to sustain. He’d realized, down in Atlantis, that he hadn’t met everyone who was yet to care about him. Even three miles below the surface of the ocean, in a city they’d never imagined visiting, he’d found family, friends. The world was only as small as he made it, holed up in his manor, day-in and day-out. 