"Remarry?" Al mouthed as he read, forgetting to add any effort to sound it out - it's not as if he could hear himself.
"But... isn't it like turning the other cheek to the crowd while the slapped one is still stinging?"
He raised his hands to to his forehead and ran them through his hair, nervously, slicking his fringe back. "I hate that we have to redeclare ourselves in order to receive protection we should have had from the start, and that such privilege is still a favour someone else might deem appropriate to dispense in due time. That's not an appropriate definition of marriage, no more than Riddle's was."