Those eyes. Lily wasn't the only one staring at the surreal image of her own eyes staring back at her. Harry had stared into his mother's face countless times growing up- but always through a photograph. This was very different.
When she confirmed what she knew, it was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. One less responsibility. He just nodded a bit sadly and stared down at his teacup as he prepared it.
"It's not your fault, right?" He looked at her again and smiled sadly. "You did everything you could. You saved my life. Twice."