"Yeah..." She guessed maybe that was true... it had just seemed so harsh and brutal at the time and she still wasn't really over it, still had some of that raw feeling lingering.
Wrapping her arms around her knees, she watched T with interest as he talked. Quaffle had come to stand beside her on the floor, and it was perhaps a sign that he was recognizing her own calm that he'd actually laid down, though his eyes were still on T. "Is it bad to say I'm glad? The idea of you willingly being one of them, of not wanting to fight or rebel at least, it just..." She shuddered.