I know you wouldn't. I've never questioned that, okay? I trust you.

[She smiles grimly.]

I love you. I wouldn't be here if I didn't.

[She relaxes, if only a little, and for a moment wonders if that confirmation is more for his benefit than for hers. He seems to be second-guessing himself, nervous and angry and just a little somewhere in the middle of all this chaos, a part of him isn't really sure what he saw.

It reminds her of the conversation they'd had a few months earlier, where he told her he'd been seeing things, that he'd seen Harry even though it was impossible for him to have been in the mansion. All that time and Tom thought he might be hallucinating, thought there was something wrong with him. He'd taken her advice and sought help, but that didn't change the fact that this-- this whole mess and Harry actually being here felt like some kind of sick betrayal all on its own. Waiting, biding his time all those months, letting Tom think he was crazy--

Cruel. Just like everything else he had done during the last week.]

Then we'll end it. You said he'll come for you-- there's no better time for him to try that than now, is there? ... we'll be ready.