Albus assisted at the burial with a heavy heart. This was too reminiscent of the first time, years and years ago. Young lives snatched before they had a chance to blossom, infinite possibilities cut off.
He wasn't afraid of death, but death was an old man's adventure. Someone this young should not enter the real of the dead for a great many years.
He turned to Gellert and put a hand on his arm. "Are you all right?" he asked softly. He couldn't imagine how his friend must be feeling. Gellert had caused young people to die, but that had been long ago.
"This is why I do it," he said. "This is why I must stop him. I won't save all, but many."