Harry bit down on the inside of his voice, finding that it allowed him to properly feel the cutting edge of Malfoy's words. Unexpectedly hurt by Malfoy's response, Harry also found that he was deserving of it. He nodded, tensely.<br/>"You're right," Harry eventually snapped back, surprised that he could even muster that engagement. His posture hadn't shifted, still doing whatever he could to keep himself from towering over the students. "I<span style="font-style: italic">don't</span>care."<br/>Having to confirm that to Malfoy stung. For a decade, Harry cared to much that it had virtually broken him, and Malfoy wasn't wrong in saying that Harry had stopped caring; about this, at least. It was just sometimes hard to admit to others, still feeling that lingering weight of their expectation.<br/>His eyes had dipped, and though he had continued to pick the skin on his fingers red as he processed Malfoy's words, he suddenly and decidedly stopped the nervous tick. His voice had softened, but the frustration had only given way for exhaustion.<br/>"I don't get why you think I have such a say in it," he said, though the<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>sounded general rather than specific. "Things can be worth caring about, regardless of whether or not<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>care about them. It's exhausting."