Albus hadn't expected a different answer, but it was always good to know that he could rely on his friend. He sat at the edge of the bed, looking at empty air, before turning and sliding closer to Gellert.
"When I started fighting Riddle, I had this group of people whom I trusted as much as I trust anyone. It was a mismatched group of people who thought of himself as family. The name came later, it was just a way to identify ourselves." Of course, it wasn't important. It wasn't even necessary, but talking helped.
"Now, everyone knows about the Order, and everyone wants to join. Even people like Harry and Moody want to get more people in, and I can see why it's important, how they can help, but I don't trust them, any of them," he admitted. "They all sound like they are playing a game, and not fighting a dark lord. Do I put the lives of original members at risk just to get more fighters? Would they even make a difference in the long run?" He knew what the logical thing was, what he'd probably end up doing, but instinct still told him otherwise.