Some would say that she had been selfish in her decision. Fuck all of them, was generally her thought. They would likely throw in her face the number of people she knew and loved who never gave up, never turned their back on the ideals they had been fighting for when the world crashed. Neville and George were constant reminders of the kind of person she should have been. Even if she martyred herself in that very moment for the Resistance's cause, she would never be celebrated. Too little, too late. Putting one's self above all others was wrong in their view. She couldn't exactly argue against those beliefs even if she didn't hold them herself. Harry would be disappointed in how his two best friends turned out. Frequently, she had to push that thought back down to the darker recesses of her mind. Dwelling too much in the past kept one stagnant in the present and delayed their future.