"Oooh, I got chills," he mocks. She still doesn't snarl his name as well as Scorpius used to.

"What will be? There will be nothing. You talk as if it's the fulfillment of something but it's not. What do you get when everyone's dead? Nothing. You get nothing. It's just over."

It does worry him, though, the idea that she has something more within her that she can't control. It sounds too familiar.

"Who is 'He?'"