"If... if I believed for a second that the Dark Lord would accept some kind of bargain - your life for the promise that we would disappear and never darken his doorstep again, I’d take it in a heartbeat. But... but I know that’s impossible," he said bitterly, his hand settling in the space between them, "and even if it were, there are other people I love too. My mother, my father – Mrs Weasley, and the twins, and Granger, and Nora, and Pansy, and- and-," his voice broke, and he peered up to his eyebrows as if he were trying to will the sheen of tears in his eyes to disappear, "and I just... if that bargain were possible... wouldn’t I just be trading your life for all of theirs? The Dark Lord has to be destroyed but I...," he gave up the fight against the tears in his eyes, his voice thick with emotion, "I don’t want to pay the price for it, if we can’t... if we don’t...," his finger brushed against the bandage at Harry’s throat. For a long moment he was silent, but Harry could see by the way his tongue twitched against his lip that he wasn’t finished.