"Not doing this for kicks," Ron said, tone conveying more than a little bitterness. He was too exhausted to argue, but at the same time, he knew he owed Harry the truth, even if it wasn't something he wanted to hear.
"Yeah, I think we do. This isn't school anymore, and they've had sodding years to remake the whole bloody world to their liking. Whatever choices we make, sodding Crouch or whatever other Death Eating bastard who's in charge will just keep on killing people until there's nobody left willing to fight back, until nobody thinks anything of it because no one knows how to think anymore. I don't fucking like it, but it's the way it is. It's a war, Harry, and right now we're losing." Closing his eyes, he added, "Sometimes there just isn't a right thing to do."