"I know you don't," he said immediately, because he knew she didn't. "I only meant that my job doesn't typically involve decisions that could end or save a life. These aren't... it's not something I think about. Death." Usually the worst he worried about was breaking bones or knocking players off their brooms—both which were typically resolved by an official or an onsite mediwizard.

He turned back to his drink, sloshing the liquid around as a means of calming himself down. Surely she wasn't going to pick a fight with him tonight. This wasn't about her. It wasn't her life that would be affected by this, self-pity aside.

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