It was still difficult for him to process the thought of fighting in another war. He did not know whether it being of magical origin would make it easier to bare or worse. He still woke up in terror that he would find himself back in the trenches, struggling to pull on his gas mask in time, or listening to the screech of the bombs overhead, the rapid fire of the guns. But he knew what magic could wrought, Gellert had shown him that and his muscles still clenched in terror at the thought of the Cruciatus Curse. It took him a moment to center himself, focusing on her voice as she elaborated further. "That is no small thing." he pointed out, when she'd finished speaking unsure why she felt it was.
Standing silently for a moment, Aberforth parted his lips to address her further but she cut him off and he furrowed his brow in response. "Not at all." he insisted, yet again finding himself unsure of how he ought to read her actions and words. "It's always nice to meet future-" Aberforth paused here because he was not sure what she was to him in the future. Were they friends or just fellow soldiers? Did she feel a kinship with him because they fought together? Aberforth wasn't sure and while he could usually read people well, she was impossible to. "-friends?" he hazarded, feeling stupid as soon as he said it because he didn't have friends back home and to guess anything of the sort put him at a disadvantage. But she had seemed happy to see him which probably meant something.