"This is not the way," she told him fighting all the way, nails carving into his arms as she pushed away tried to get out of his arms. She didn't want him to touch her. She couldn't stand for this. She couldn't let him do this. There had to be some way to make him not. She wished she could make him see that this wasn't the only way. They could stay in the middle. They could be Switzerland and they could be perfectly safe.
"It isn't that hard! You keep your nose clean. I keep mine clean and do what they ask at the Ministry and it's over," she said certain that it was the way it would work. "You don't have to join them, Padrig. You don't have to become one of them."
He was going to damn well put her into an early grave with this nonsense. It wouldn't take a Death Eater to finish the job. He was going to end up doing it himself.
"What are you going to do when they ask you to hurt me to show your loyalty?"