"That's not what I mean, Severus, and you know that." The precious cost of lives was never pleasant to pay, never anything but wrenching, but it was often very easy indeed. They were so fragile, these children he had raised to fight a war. "I simply cannot shake the feeling that the child was meant to grow up, that it's not yet over." And he couldn't, not at all. It was only that there was a nagging feeling in the back of his head that said, You are forgetting something, and no matter how much he combed his Pensieve, he did not know what it was. "But for now - we must go on with our lives, Severus." Else they would spend whole lifetimes in grief, and Albus had learned long ago that grieving didn't help the people who were still alive.