He put his other hand on my other shoulder and faced me intently. I met his eyes while he spoke. “That fear is natural. But it is also a weakness. A path of attack for what would prey upon your mind. You must learn to control it.” “How?” I whispered. “No one can tell you that,” he said. “Not me. Not an angel. And not a fallen angel. You are the product of your own choices, Harry, and nothing can change that. Don’t let anyone or anything tell you otherwise.”
