Look at him...so young, so...innocent.
Soon it will all be over, Harry. Soon you
won't have to worry about anything. You shouldn't have come to the forest
tonight, boy. It's no use, anyway, you know. You will see me...you will see the
unicorn, and then I'll have no choice. No choice at all. Not that I won't enjoy
killing you. Look at you! With your scared, timid friends and your great oaf of
a guide. Do you think you're safe, Harry Potter? Do you think you can escape me
a second time?
Mars is bright, tonight.
The words keep echoing in my mind. I
can think of nothing else. It frightens me. I know we are supposed to stay out
of the affairs of humans, but it will be difficult...especially since the boy
is so young. So vulnerable. Nevertheless, fate is already set on its course,
and there is no changing it.
Firenze is foolish!
To meddle in the affairs of humans is
never the right choice. He has changed the lines of fate, and there will be
repercussions. What matter is it to us if the boy dies? Bah! One small boy in
the course of all human existence. How can he possibly matter? Who can he save?
Why did he live, after all? It is too late now. He is already spared.