"Remus, what use are you dead?!?" She meant to shout the words at him, but they came out cracked, hoarse, the last word coming out almost in a sob.
Her hands were still clenched into fists, but now she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to remember to breath and not let her emotions take her over. "You're supposed to trust me. We're supposed to be in this together. I thought we were, but then I opened up my journal at work and saw that, and all day long I had to listen to my coworkers talk about hunting you down, had to worry that at any minute they might remember my connection to you and bring me in, had to watch that woman, with blood still on her hands, walk into the Minister's office to talk about you! And I had to act like none of it bothered me, like I didn't care, because that's what I do EVERY DAY, for you, and for myself and for everyone we're fighting for!"