THIS _IS_ FOR THE REST OF THE WORLD TO SEE.

[black_libertine]

NO. I will not come and see you privately, Sweetheart.

I HAVE NOTHING TO HIDE.

You will talk to me here, understand? YOU WILL TALK TO ME HERE.

You know what I think?
I think you're ashamed of me.

You don't like to be reminded of your past, do you darling?
But I know.
I know all about you. I know what you did.
I know what we did together

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[voice recognition charm activated]

[aculeatus]

So be it. My reasons for asking you to come and see me were more to do with saving what remains of your dignity, rather than mine. But if you wish this to be left for all to see, I cannot deny you. You always claimed not to care what others thought, and though I've never believed you, you must do as you see fit.

I'm aware of the things I've done, Bella. My memories are unlikely to fade, unlike the Dark Mark. Which, I'm told, has started to revert to an ordinary scar, rather than a magical brand. The Dark Lord is gone, and he will not be coming back. Not this time.

I understand that you must grieve for him, and I wouldn't try to deny you that. Perhaps somebody needs to, and who will, if not you?

[black_libertine]

Stop.

Stop it.

STOP IT.

YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T GOING TO LIE TO ME ANYMORE.
You promised.

jjjjjust leave me alone.

[voice recognition charm activated]

[aculeatus]

I am not lying. I promised.

I can't force you to believe me. I cannot force you to do anything. But there are ways that you could find the truth yourself, if you were willing to look for it. I could take you to see Rabastan. Perhaps you'd accept it from his lips, if not mine. You could come and see me - I will be spending the next day or two in the infirmary and you can see the Mark for yourself.

Or you can

Never mind.

[black_libertine]

You're in the infirmary. Are you hurt? Very bad?

I can't come and see you. I CAN'T.
Have you forgotten? You left me in a safe place, Sweetheart.

For weeks.

...

You're hurt aren't you? TELL ME!

[weasley_william]

To be perfectly frank, I don't give a flying fu toss about what you believe or don't believe.

He's gone, you are in denial. Grief happens. If the person you were grieving for wasn't such a colossal wanker then I might show a bit of sympathy. But to be perfectly honest the world has better things to do than to prove anything to the ghost of a torturing murderer with less than the sense of the average five-year-old.

So, in terms you may understand: La la la. We're not listening.