"Often badly," Harry said, now genuinely interested in Malcolm. "In anger." There was a hollowness in his eyes, a blackness that might've been a result of the largeness of his pupils at that moment, but Harry gazed past Malcolm out of the window set into the wall beside the front door. "How do you know this isn't exactly where you were supposed to end up? Who else was trying to bring down the wall? There were instances where I might've walked away, and I did- afterward."
There was another silence. Harry was interested, but it seemed an effort for him to carry on the conversation. "Would you like to be as sure as I am?"