"I never want anything like that to happen again," Ivanova replied shortly. "It was everything I hated and feared suddenly manifesting themselves in the woman I had finally let myself love. They destroyed her." She paused. "Talia . . . turned into Tonks. And then Tonks turned into the Talia I last saw. If something like that happened . . ."
"Is it a valid fear? Is there anything in Tonks' world, that could turn her against you like that, against her will?" Susan tapped a pencil on the journal. "Or is it just a symptom, of a fear of being abandoned?"
"I don't know about her world, but Tonks is . . . stronger than Talia was." Admitting she was afraid of anything? Not her favourite thing in the world. "It could be the second," she admitted reluctantly.
"And that's a reasonable fear, given your experience." Susan's voice softened. "But it doesn't have to be a murder of crows and strangling vines, to be left behind. No matter how much it hurts." She looked at the entry again, then asked, "Does anything stand out for you about this? Anything that was strange, out of context?"
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