"Headmaster Dumbledore, I think deep down, you can tell the difference," Wizet said softly. "It's only because the emotional ties are too heavy..."
"Even the slightest mistake would be more than you could bear. Because you care too much, you don't dare be certain. You even instinctively deny yourself."
Seeing the complexity and pain in Dumbledore's eyes, he continued, "Actually... Aberforth told me these things."
"Aberforth?" Dumbledore's face showed astonishment, along with a trace of disbelief. "He said that?"
Wizet nodded. "Yes. He said that whenever you faced any magical problem, you could be incredibly confident."
"The only time you lack confidence is when it comes to family, because you are accustomed to taking all the responsibility—and all the guilt—upon yourself."
Dumbledore gave a bitter smile and sighed. "That's really how he describes me?"
"Perhaps I didn't put it accurately enough?" Wizet blinked, his tone turning somewhat subtle. "When he usually says these things, he tends to mix in a few curses."
"He curses you for always being like this, always carrying everything on your shoulders, giving him an excuse to cling to wishful thinking..."
"Because only by treating you as a cold and heartless person could he push all his pain onto you with a clear conscience. As long as he hated you, that was enough. But after he finished that glass of wine, he would start cursing himself again."
At those words, Dumbledore's body trembled slightly.
"He shouldn't curse himself..." He gently shook his head, a hint of relieved smile appearing on his face. "What he did was right. I am his older brother. This is what I should bear."
Wizet knew that Dumbledore's self-effacing attitude toward family was a stubbornness he had always possessed, so he said nothing more.
He shifted the subject and answered Dumbledore's earlier