You’re not the same. Look, it’s been years, and I can’t even imagine the things you’ve been through. But I don’t know. You just seem…more focused, confident, like… like you know what you want. You grew up, Sam.
“I DON’T CARE!“ Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. "I’ve had enough, I’ve seen enough. I want out, I want it to end, I don’t care anymore!” "You do care,” said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”
“Excuse me! You’re Ryugamine-senpai, right? I’m first year student Aoba Kuronuma! When I heard your greeting just now, I did a double take…to think you’re actually Ryugamine-senpai! You’re…a member of the Dollars, aren’t you?