A part of Ginny knew he was right, and she nodded as he spoke, trying to set his words against the part of her mind that kept insisting she didn't need to run. Harry's words always seemed to hold up better against those thoughts than anyone elses did.
At his question, her eyes dropped again. Ginny shifted just slightly, her leg brushing against his as she got herself to look up at meet his eyes. "I'm afraid... that something will happen to you when I'm gone and that- that I'll never get to see you again. I don't want-" To lose you. "-that to happen. Not with- with how I feel about you."