"I had to see him." And now he regretted it because he couldn't get it out of his head. He couldn't stand the way this world was - it had never been good but he thought when he was older, it'd be better. They'd all be away from home and it wouldn't be as horrible as this. He never quite understood how serious the war could be. It was a novelty, it was horrendous. "I know now, I don't want to know any more. Don't tell me any more."

He didn't want to think of his screams or what happened to him? He didn't want to hear it. He looked at Barty, the pain far too obvious. "I didn't know why."