Maybe he was. He had more than enough reason not to be, considering all the things he had seen and done. But he just couldn't make himself live like that. He couldn't keep focusing on the bad and never look forward to the good or keep hoping for it. What sort of life was that to lead, seeing only the darkness and never the light? Good things didn't happen if you never looked for them.

"And that's your choice," he acknowledged. "I don't blame you. I want to go home too. I have a ship, a family, I want to see again. A universe to explore. But we are here, Hermoine. And I care about people here. And while I am here, until I go back, I want to try and make this world even a little bit better. This world doesn't want us, and we didn't want to be here, but we have to make the best of it." He pushed up from the bale of hay, turning and leaving the apple beside her.