"I think he gave up," Harry said with a sigh. He could have gotten the wand from the White Tomb, so why hadn't he? Had it simply been too much? "I don't know if I'd want to keep living if everyone else is dead."
He looked away for a moment, before rubbing his face with a hand. When he looked up, his eyes locked with Draco's. "I know. It's not today's job. It can wait a little, but I'm not good at waiting. It's why my plans weren't as good as they should have been. It wasn't the planning, but the patience to implement them."
Harry huffed. "I don't even know why you're here. I thought you'd disappear after the other night. You never were very good at the word no."