He nodded, wincing. Honestly, it was making him rethink the whole Obliviation standpoint completely - when they did it to Muggles, it was to protect them from their inability to comprehend magic and the world wizards lived in, as well as protecting the magical world from the terror it would create in Muggle-kind. It had made sense to him, and it still did to a certain extent, but the way Alicia was phrasing it, though he'd heard this particular ethical argument before, it was striking a chord in him. He didn't want to argue with her, however much he might have before now. She was right.
"I..." he trailed off, frowning down at his clasped together hands. Robbie wanted to be completely honest with her, not take the easy option of immediately saying 'No, of course not, never.' He looked up at her. "Al, this government, Diggory..." he sighed, breaking off, turning his hand, palm up. "They're fighting a poison, righting wrongs that this country has suffered from for years." He shook his head; this wasn't what she wanted to hear. He was so loyal, to his country and his friends, but really, if it came down to that one choice... "I would never wipe your memories," he said seriously.
Forgetting his earlier refusal to sit, he sank to perch on the arm of the adjacent sofa, still apart from Alicia, his forehead falling tiredly to his hand. He spoke, his words aimed at the floor. "Everything's going too far, this isn't what I thought it was going to be like."