He felt his head turn to the side as Harry spoke about not having to hold on much longer. He hadn't gotten this feeling at all, but then again, he was well aware he didn't know nearly as much as he assumed Harry knew. He took in a breath. "I'm glad to hear that. Hopefully it will turn out to be a good thing. I need a good thing," he said quietly. There were just too many bad moments happening and too close apart. He was having trouble remembering what it was like to have a good moment.
"Everyone I can speak with has gone into hiding. More or less. It is certainly for the best and I'm not complaining about them hiding. I want our friends to be safe. I just..." He took in a very deep breath, glancing down at the ground for a moment, hesitant to speak. His problems now seemed insufficient. "...I needed to talk to someone where I can be honest. The few people left I can speak to are under the blasted potion. And I have to pretend to be happy. I can't admit how frustrated I am or how scared," he continued.
"I want to help, Harry. We need to ensure that it is a good thing...that we can secure a proper and safe world. I have been keeping myself under the radar...helping those I can...but I need to do something else. I need to try. I can't sit back any longer, not with Hannah..." he began, before sighing heavily.