She wasn't sure how she would feel if that turned out to be true. Their relationship, for lack of a better term, had certainly evolved since the night he startled her inside the Muggle's house for the first time. Maybe they weren't exactly friends, but she thought they were at least working up to that. He seemed to legitimately care whether or not she became a spy. With his own eyes, he'd witnessed what happened to those who tried and were unsuccessful. As strange as it sounded, she'd gotten the impression that he might actually care what happened to her. Finding out he was dead would be a complication she didn't want to imagine.