He let her speak, though was saddened at how casually she mentioned that it didn't matter what her hopes and dreams were because she had died. "Seems like a silly reason to give up on your dreams," he remarked. "Our dreams and aspirations make up into the people we are and want to be. Giving up on them so easily just because we don't feel we'll live to accomplish them... it changes who we are as people. Makes us different. You may set yourself on a new life path that leads you down a road where you don't end up being killed in the war, and where will that leave you?"
He frowned a bit, leaning back on his hands. "Not to say that death isn't a force to be reckoned with. I don't imagine it's easy, living with the weight of the knowledge of your future. Though have you stopped to consider that it is only one possible future of many? There are infinite worlds, with infinite possibilities. Some are similar, some are drastically different. Maybe when," if, he thought, but it was nicer to say when, "you are returned to your world, you will discover you are from a timeline where you don't die. There is no sense grieving now for a lost future when you have no way of knowing whether or not it is really true."
He leaned forward on the hand that was closest to her, as though imparting a confidence. "I think you would make an excellent teacher. Is there any reason why you couldn't obtain your Mastery in... Potions, was it? and then use that to teach?"