"I was at school during the war, I only had to survive the Carrows." Even then, it had been the emotional abuse that she had to endure. There was the use of that awful quill but those scars had mostly faded. She never felt in life or death danger there, it wasn't their style. Bombs seemed to be going off every few weeks out in the real world. She wanted to believe Terence but it was becoming harder.
"They don't care if they have proof, they will attack us anyway," she said simply, her thoughts going back to the doll currently hidden in the far corner of her closet. "Please don't get me wrong, I'm trying. I will try. Sometimes it's hard to see why I'm trying so hard. Everyone seems so content to let it all slip away." At least Terence understood, it made her feel less alone and insane.
She opened her mouth to say of course but the words wouldn't come. It wasn't that simple. Was it safe to leave Rose alone with people out there sending them things? She couldn't explain to Terence why she would be worried. Also worried that staying with him could get him involved in all of this mess. They wouldn't think she was telling him anything, would they? If something happened to him because of her it would end her. She stayed silent for a minute too long before finally giving him an answer. "I need to make sure Rose will be alright by herself."