"Yeah? Can you find another way? Because I can't see it," James said. "I wish I did, because contrary to popular belief I don't have a death wish, but I can't let you die."
He snorted. "I want to see this duel. Not even a week and you already want to hex him. It's got to be some kind of record."
James stared at him, knowing that they were both going through too much to do this in public, but he couldn't let Dylan do something stupid. "No, but whether I do or I don't, the end result is the same, because I know you'd never let me do anything alone. I had to keep this from you to stop you from making this a vain act. I want you to live, for the both of us."
He could feel his eyes sting, and he was fighting not to let any tear betray him. "Do you want to get the hell out?" Sirius and Pettigrew weren't as important as Dylan; they never could be. "We don't have to stay."