The Only Reason

We sat there in the cell. Concrete walls and concrete floors of the plainest gray I knew. There was no bed, no chair, nothing. Not even a toilet or a sink. Just 4 concrete walls, one holding a door with a small barred up opening.
I looked at Harry, sitting next to me with his legs out while I sat cross-legged. He was scratched up pretty badly, his jeans were ripped in multiple places, and his skin was dirty. His hair was a mess, but still, he was as beautiful as the first time I saw him.
“You know they’re gonna kill us, right?” He asked me. I swallowed the lump in my throat that had been forming for ages.
“Yes.” I nodded as I turned my head back to the door.
I saw Harry ball up his fists, his knuckles turning white. “Why the hell did we have to be this way?” He growled, pounding his right fist onto the ground.
“What?” I laughed, “Smart?”
He sighed. “No… wise.”
“Someone has to be.” I shrugged and looked at him. He smiled slightly.
“At least something good came out of it.” He said.