"What's troubling you?"
Late at night, Isobel, wrapped in a thick cloak, pushed open the cabin door and stepped onto the deck, darkened by the night. Her gaze fell on the figure beneath the oil lamp, fishing alone in the sea breeze. She knew that whenever Albert had something on his mind, he would come to the deck alone to enjoy the wind, fish, and think of a solution.
"A little."
Albert gestured for Isobel to sit beside him.
"If you don't mind..."
After sitting down, Isobel rested her head against him. The two leaned together, facing the sea breeze and the pitch-black waters ahead as they spoke softly.
"I've realized... Dumbledore wasn't really a good person either," Albert suddenly said.
"So, you find that hard to accept?"
Isobel was somewhat surprised that Albert would bring this up. In her eyes, he was not someone who would care about such things.
"No. I was just thinking that there are no such things as good people in this world." Albert picked up the fishing rod, which had caught nothing, and mocked himself. "I was right not to try to be a good person. Once people reach a certain height, there are no good people left."
"What happened?"
Albert's words had thoroughly confused Isobel.
Albert briefly told Isobel what had happened to the wandmaker named Ollivander.
"So, you're blaming yourself for failing to save him?" Isobel was surprised, but it did not feel like that was the reason. Albert was usually rather indifferent toward strangers; he would not trouble himself over someone he did not know.
Sure enough, he continued, "Not really. As a Seer, I've long been prepared for the fact that I can foresee people's disasters but cannot stop them. Besides..."
"Besides?"
"Besides, I did save Ollivander's family. It's just