            "No," he agreed with a weary smile. "I don’t want to die either. If I could, I would grow to know you. I would have a family with you. A life of our own, away from this world that hates us so. But now," he said more firmly, pulling back to rest both hands on her shoulders, "you can have all of that and more. Whatever you want, Hermione, I want you to have it. I want to give that to you. So when you leave these cliffs, and the aurors find you, you must blame me."