[Dixon actually rolls his eyes up to heaven - not at Jon, but just in a sense of complete exasperation with everything about this situation - and gets up without Jon's help. Out of plain petulance, really.]
You're damn right it's for nothing good, but that's not your problem, is it?
[In the absence of Dementors, the crushing despair has been replaced with a sort of hollowness, not pain but the absence of anything. Dixon finds it in him to replace that with a kind of sluggish motivation, with getting Jon somewhere that isn't a shrieking, despair-filled battlefield.
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You're damn right it's for nothing good, but that's not your problem, is it?
[In the absence of Dementors, the crushing despair has been replaced with a sort of hollowness, not pain but the absence of anything. Dixon finds it in him to replace that with a kind of sluggish motivation, with getting Jon somewhere that isn't a shrieking, despair-filled battlefield.
Now he reaches for Jon's hand.]
Woods are the safest place, let's go.