I'll do my utmost. [ Which isn't really so bad. The eggs turn out a little too brown one one side, with the yolks maybe one-quarter solid, but they still look like eggs. That's good, as far as Remus Lupin's Cooking is concerned. Kate better appreciate.

He waits until they're seated with plates and a couple bites out of the way to abandon small talk. ]

It's the same for me, or close to it. [ He doesn't look up from the beans he's marshaling onto his fork. ] A lot of people assume we lose consciousness or—become something different, but it's me all the way through. [ A pause to chew and swallow. ] I think I'd rather feel like I wasn't in control, if I had a choice, instead of really knowing what it's like to feel capable of that.

[ So that's a very long way of saying he might sort of understand. Or he at least sympathises. ]

You know it wouldn't have been your fault.