She noticed his hesitation, and how utterly confused he looked. Susan wasn't surprised, it wasn't the first time she had ever throw someone off balance with her beliefs. The fact of the matter was, Susan refused to waste her life harboring ill will, and making herself sick with hatred and revenge. She had watched her entire family either disappear, be murdered, or die slowly and painfully before her eyes. She refused to live her life with regrets and horrendous feelings. Things such as those just wore on a person, and broke down their sense of happiness. Too many years she had already lived unhappy, and she didn't want to continue down that path.
Snapping her attention back to him with his next question however, her eyes turned dark and cold as though someone had just dropped an ice cube into the pit of her stomach. Crossing her arms, she leaned back into her seat and shook her head. "I really don't care, you know that? Let them think what they want. Let them brand me, string me up by my toes for the company I keep, let them throw me in Azkaban. Because I will never agree with them and what they are doing to people," she replied coolly. As soon as she finished however, she returned to her normal demeanor and loosened up.
"Look, you can believe me or not and it wouldn't hurt my feelings any. But like I said, I just have to believe there's good left in the world. I've seen a lot more than someone my age probably should. I've watched my mother die, seen my friends murdered, fought in the Battle of Hogwarts," she stopped at that last bit, an involuntary spasm of pain shooting up her arm and through her shoulder where the burning hex and taken her skin clean off and the scars still remained. "But that doesn't stop me from being happy like it has most of the world." She shrugged a bit defeated and gave him a sad smile. He probably thought she was fucking mental and yet she wouldn't blame him for that either.