The conversation with Daphne upsets me. It's incredibly exhausting to keep the memories of the past seven years and the associated feelings where they (thankfully) still are to this day: in the furthest corners of my mind. The longer I'm at Camp Black, the more Death Eaters we rid of their Dark Mark, the more strategy meetings I attend, and the more I have to deal with myself, the harder it is to organize my thoughts. Every feeling that I used to quickly brush aside with the help of my Occlumency because it was unwanted or even dangerous, I now experience very consciously. Guilt, concern, affection, fear. And constant anger. Mainly at myself. Some days it's almost unbearable. 