Severus finished the last of his soup as he listened to Wesley speak. It was slightly jarring to find that someone else had an equally horrific experience with prophecy. It made something old and bitter uncurl in his chest. That there was someone who could understand. Their experiences weren't exactly the same but close enough.
"I am inclined to agree with Minerva. Divination is a wooly subject that is more trouble than it is worth," he said sourly. He'd read enough on the subject to understand that prophecy was highly dependent on people believing it. He wasn't sure that had ever made him feel better since the implication was that if he hadn't told the Dark Lord about the part of the prophecy he'd heard, he might never have discovered it and therefore would never have believed it. He knew Rookwood could easily have told the Dark Lord about it at some later point but the thought had always troubled him.
He tore a bit of bread off and chewed and swallowed it before speaking again. "Lily is here," he said finally, in a tone that was utterly neutral. "She... forgave me for my mistakes. There is no reason to think that Angel will not forgive you, especially if he has come from a point where he has come to know the truth of what happened."