He'd never known his parents as whole people, not really. So being in this place, with that opportunity that he'd never have had otherwise, was more a miracle than Neville ever could have imagined. And having it taken away by random, uncontrollable magic... it was heartbreaking. Worse, even, when he thought that, once he went home for good, he wouldn't even remember the brief time they'd shared.
"No, I know he's not," Neville admitted, somewhat reluctantly. He held to his tea mug with both hands, the warmth and the aroma both very familiar and soothing. "He's just... closer to that- that place."