"No, but you might understand the fact that it takes a bit of the unpleasantness away. You remember fighting at Hogwarts. That's what we're facing tomorrow, except we're at the advantage and there isn't Voldemort. It's still a battle. It's still fighting for your life. It's still the potential that one of us is going to get hurt or worse and it's still not easy for anyone to really deal with. No matter how much we need this, it doesn't make any of the realities of the fact that we're going to be fighting easier."
The words came tumbling out of Ron's mouth faster than he could keep up with, so he wasn't entirely sure if he was saying what he meant. He hoped things would be quickly decided the next night, and he was eager to fight. And he sure as hell hoped things went extremely well and they didn't have any losses on their own end. But he'd meant it earlier when he'd told Harry that he couldn't wait for the night to be over with. Then, and only then, could he really breathe easy again.