I'm awful. I admit it. I'm a terrible person, because I love tragedy. And that's why this story has lost its appeal for me. What I loved at the start of this fic was the knife-edge that Harry balanced on, the whole loss of self thing was my favourite part of the story.

Nothing would make me happier than to see Harry on the point of breaking, possibly going right past that point, and everyone else realising what it is that they lost. I'm not too fussed on what happens afterwards, I just thrive on the tragedy of it all. Thus the whole terrible person business.

I am still enjoying this, just so you know. :)