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Father and Son
Chapter Number/Total: 7/36
Chapter Title: Father and Son
Words: 2557 Words
Lucius stepped close to his son, reaching a hand to cup his face, and then leaned in and kissed him. Not a fatherly kiss, but an open-mouthed, tongue-thrusting kiss, as he held his son's chin tightly.
Draco closed his eyes and gave his father what he wanted. He had long ago learned that resisting him only made it worse. He was painfully glad that Harry was blind now.
Tired of the silence, Harry spoke up. "What're you going to do?" he asked, voice scratchy.
Lucius pushed Draco back against the bedpost, his body pressed against Draco's.
His mouth too occupied to reply, Draco could only hope that Harry didn't aggravate his father. He was hoping that his father wouldn't push this any further with Harry in the room. While they had both just come, that wouldn't stop Lucius.
Harry huffed. "Answer me!" he yelled, not caring that it irritated his throat.
Lucius pulled his mouth back, laughing. "Should we tell him?" he smirked, his eyes never leaving his son's.
"You don't command here, Potter," Draco snapped, flicking his wand. "Crucio."
Harry let out a scream, the spell moving throughout his entire body. "Sorry!" he cried out, body on fire.
"Finite," Draco added, his own breathing speeding up. Harry had pushed his father and Draco could tell by the look in Lucius's eyes what that would mean.
"Not so in your control as you thought," Lucius sneered. "More testing may be necessary." He wasn't watching Potter now, his eyes never leaving Draco's. His hand left his son's face and trailed down his chest, opening the buttons of his shirt.
"I'm sorry," Harry said again, not wanting there to be more testing.
Lucius leaned in, nipping at his son's chin as he continued to unbutton his shirt. His knee pressed between his son's legs and the young man opened his stance.
"Shut up, Potter!" Draco snapped, suddenly very afraid for both of them.
Harry shut his mouth, sighing as he lowered his head. Again, he was being forced to wait.
Draco hissed as his father's teeth sank into his neck and the man's hand reached up to his son's cock through his trousers.
Harry's head turned at the hiss, wondering what was going on. For all he knew they could be preparing ... tools for him. He bit his lip and kept quiet.
"Father," Draco's whispered, "not here." The older man's response was to pinch one of Draco's nipples between his fingers and twist. Draco tried not to cry out, but a moan escaped his lips.
Harry shifted in the ropes, groaning softly when he couldn't feel his feet. There was something going on between Draco and Lucius, but he wasn't about to interrupt them again.
"Father, please," Draco begged, as the man's mouth worked its way down his chest, biting and sucking, while his hand stroked Draco's cock through the trousers.
"Maybe you should demonstrate how it is done," Lucius answered.
"He's blind." Draco sneered.
It slowly clicked in Harry's mind what was going on. He gritted his teeth and pulled at the ropes. "You st-" he shut his mouth before he could go on, scared that both he and Draco would get hurt more.
Draco's face flushed with shame as he realised that Potter knew.
Lucius watched his son's face, trying to read his reaction. He stepped back. "Strip," he ordered.
"Stop," Harry said clearly, but quietly. He couldn't stand listening to this.
Lucius's laugh was cold. "He seems to think he can give orders here, Son," he drawled.
Draco removed his shirt, but froze when Harry spoke again. This was going to be bad. His hands trembled as he unfastened his trousers again and removed them, laying his clothes across the back of a nearby chair. He then picked up his wand, and taking a deep breath, cast Cruciatus on Harry again.
Harry sagged in the ropes again as his body twitched painfully. All he wanted to do was help Draco; he didn't want this to happen. "No," he whispered, continuing to jerk with the spell.
"Finite," Draco cast. He stood naked before his father and waited to see what would happen next.
Lucius glanced suspiciously between Potter and his son. "On the bed, Son," he snapped.
Harry didn't want to hear this; he couldn't, but it didn't look like he had a choice. Every time he spoke up Draco would make him shut up again. His body had begun to twitch every few seconds, muscles too tense.
"Prepare yourself," Lucius told his son, pulling his hardened cock out again but not bothering to undress himself.
Draco desperately wished Harry was deaf as well as blind right now. He used a lube spell and did as he was told, laying back on the bed and using his fingers to stretch himself. Almost worse than his father doing it in front of Harry, was the casual tone he used, making it clear what he expected.
This was like torture as well. Harry began to hum a nameless tune, trying to block out everything around him.
Lucius looked over at Potter and frowned. He walked over and stood in front of him, watching his face. "Does this bother you, boy?" he asked.
"Yes," he replied quietly, keeping his head down.
"Why?" Lucius snapped.
Draco watched with growing dread. He didn't dare move from where he was.
"Because ... you're his f-father," he said, hating the stutter.
"Yes, I am," Lucius sneered, "and as such, I own him."
"It's not right," he went on, shaking his head.
"You care what I do with my own son?" Lucius asked, sounding curious.
"No, I don't. I just d-don't think it's right for a father t-to do that with his son," he murmured.
"Potter, since when has your opinion ever mattered?" Lucius snapped and backhanded him again.
Harry kept his head to the side, feeling blood drip from the cut Lucius had opened. "Never mind."
Draco trembled with rage. He tried to control his face, but he had never wanted to hex anyone as badly as he wanted to hurt his own father right now.
"You don't like that, do you?" Lucius said, noticing his son's reaction.
"You gave him to me," Draco snapped back, wincing when he did so.
"Crucio," was Lucius's reply and Draco screamed.
Harry licked the blood away and bit his lip, forcing himself to start humming again. He couldn't exactly cover Draco's screams, but he tried anyway. He wondered if he should just ask Lucius to bring Voldemort into the room so that this could all end faster.
Lucius dropped the Cruciatus and stood watching while his son lay gasping, tears streaming down his face. "Potter," Lucius said, "I will offer you a choice."
"What?" he asked, swallowing.
"Do I fuck my son or you right now?" Lucius asked.
"No," Draco gasped, "you promised."
Harry blinked at the choice he was given. While he was already in pain and he was sure he'd pass out if he was violated that way again, he didn't want Draco to get hurt. At all. "Me," Harry answered.
Draco scrambled off the bed and knelt before his father. "Please, Father," he begged, "fuck me."
"No. I'm going to die anyway," Harry said. "If you want to do that to him ... do it on your own time ... and not here."
"Shut up, Potter!" Draco snapped, lifting his wand again.
"Hold," Lucius commanded his son. "Why?" he asked.
"You said he would be mine to do with as I liked," Draco argued. "That I would get my revenge on him, after ... everything he has done to me."
Harry listened quietly, wondering what Draco was trying to do.
Draco reached for his father's hand and pressed it to his face, looking up at him. "Please, Father," he begged.
Lucius smiled fondly at his child. "Such a pretty boy," he crooned. "Show me."
Kissing his father's hand, Draco reached a trembling hand for his father's erection. Harry knelt only a few feet away, but it was too late to hide this from him now.
Harry shook his head, feeling like he'd failed. He turned his head away.
Lucius laid his other hand on his son's head, petting his hair. "Yes, that's a good boy," he said, smiling at him and enjoying Potter's look of distress.
Draco wrapped his fingers around his father's cock and began to stroke him.
If he closed his eyes and tilted his head just the right way, Harry could almost forget what was happening just a few feet away from him. He thought about Hogwarts, and the big dinners with the Weasley family. And flying ... he thought about flying, too.
Lucius's smile grew as he watched Potter. "Potter," he said, "lay on your stomach."
Harry blinked, being pulled out of his thoughts. "How?" he mumbled, still tied up.
Draco frowned, his hand stilling. "Father?" he asked.
Lucius flicked his wand and the ropes rewove themselves so that Harry's hands were tied together and his feet were still spread via ropes attached to the bed.
Harry rolled his shoulders as he settled down on the floor, pressing his cheek against the wood.
"Hands and knees, Son," Lucius said, "over Potter."
Harry blinked in confusion, wondering what was going on.
"Father," Draco gasped, "please, don't." He looked up at the man, trembling.
"Do as you are told!" Lucius snapped, lifting his wand.
Draco crawled to where Harry lay, kneeling between his legs. Potter's back was still a mass of welts and cuts, crusted in dried blood. He knew what his father was doing. Another of his tests. Draco leaned forward and placed his hands, palm down, on either side of Harry's waist. If he couldn't hold himself up, he would press down on Harry's back.
Harry shifted under him slightly, feeling uncomfortable in the new position. He had no idea what was going on, but at least the blood could flow to his feet properly.
Lucius smiled and knelt behind his son. "Are you ready for me?" he asked Draco.
"What?" Harry lifted his head up, feeling Draco's chin touch the top of his head. "What're you doing?" he whispered.
Draco fought the urge to whisper to him, to say something. "Yes, Father," he said obediently, knowing any other response would be a mistake.
Lucius took hold of his son's hip with one hand and moved his cock into place with the other. Then he thrust in hard.
Draco held his arms and legs as tight as he could, trying to keep the movement from forcing him down onto Potter.
Harry tensed at what was happening above him. Why was he doing this? He couldn't figure it out, but it just wasn't right. He wished he could whisper that it was all going to be okay.
Lucius slid in deep, groaning at the tight, wet heat. "Yes, so beautiful," he gasped. He began thrusting hard.
His arms and legs were tight, which made it difficult for Draco to relax. Being tight made it hurt more; he knew that. He ground his teeth together, trying to not make a sound.
Harry bit his lip. "Relax," he murmured quietly, sure that only Draco could hear him.
"Are you trying to protect him, Potter?" Lucius asked. "Why would you do such a foolish thing?" He thrust hard and deep, keeping the pace regular.
Harry didn't answer, pressing his cheek against the floor again.
"Please, fuck me, Father," Draco said, trying to distract him, hoping to make him come faster. He spread his legs more, hoping that it would ease the pain. He knew that he could collapse on top of Potter, use his body to cushion him and relax into the fucking. It would be giving his father what he wanted, but it would hurt Potter even more and it would be too close to letting his father fuck Potter.
Harry closed his eyes and ventured deep in his mind again, breathing in deeply. He couldn't bear to hear the sounds of Draco being fucked.
The pain seemed to radiate up his spine and down his legs and arms. Draco was gasping and his limbs trembling.
"So tight, Son." Lucius nearly laughed, thrusting harder.
Flying. He was flying again, this time with Draco on the broom with him. He thought that could be something they did after they escaped from wherever they were, together.
Tears streamed down Draco's face now, the pain too much. He couldn't do it. His arms were wobbling now and his father leaned forward putting more weight on him.
Harry was pulled out of his thoughts again when he felt something dripping down onto his hair and neck. Tears, he thought. "Go ahead," he whispered, hoping Draco would understand what he was saying and rest on top of him. He was willing to sacrifice the pain.
"Fuck," Draco gasped as his arms collapsed and he found himself laying pressed against Harry's back, his father still thrusting so that each one pressed him into the man beneath him.
Harry hissed, but bit his lip, forcing himself to endure it. Each thrust made Draco rub against the welts and cuts, and he could feel some of them bleeding again. Tears welled up in his own eyes, but he held back, clenching his hands.
Draco wept, his face pressed into Harry's hair and his body slick with his blood again. He felt his father shudder, that familiar hiss and then it was over.
Lucius came hard, pressing his weight down on the other two. Then he got up and put himself back together. "It just might work." he said to his son.
A few tears slipped out of Harry's eyes, more for Draco's pain than his. He wished he could turn over and make it all stop.
Draco rolled off Harry and onto his back, panting. His father stood looking down at him.
"You should prepare him for tonight's festivities," Lucius said and then strode from the room.
"Tonight's festivities?" Harry echoed, trying to turn on his side.
"A feast in your honour." Draco sighed. He rolled away, coming to his hands and knees again and struggling to get up. He sat back and waited for his muscles to stop spasming., then Summoned his wand and cleaned himself.
"A feast in my honour?" He shook his head. The things Death Eaters did.
"Yes," Draco said, "to watch you die, I expect."
"Ah ...." He sighed, trying not to let himself be bothered by that. His body was too tired to even think about it.
Draco finally made it to his feet and then used his wand to move Harry to the bed. He lay him face down and rebound him loose enough that it would be more comfortable. "Try to get some sleep," he said, looking down at him.
Harry rubbed his cheek against the sheets, already relaxing a bit. "Where are you going?" he asked softly.
"To shower, Potter," he said, disgust in his tone.
Hearing the change in his voice, Harry nodded a bit instead of answering.
Draco left the room quietly, the door opening and closing the only real sound as he did.
Harry fell asleep a bit after Draco left. He didn't have any dreams, his mind staying blank much like his world was now to him.
Chapter Title: Father and Son
Words: 2557 Words
Lucius stepped close to his son, reaching a hand to cup his face, and then leaned in and kissed him. Not a fatherly kiss, but an open-mouthed, tongue-thrusting kiss, as he held his son's chin tightly.
Draco closed his eyes and gave his father what he wanted. He had long ago learned that resisting him only made it worse. He was painfully glad that Harry was blind now.
Tired of the silence, Harry spoke up. "What're you going to do?" he asked, voice scratchy.
Lucius pushed Draco back against the bedpost, his body pressed against Draco's.
His mouth too occupied to reply, Draco could only hope that Harry didn't aggravate his father. He was hoping that his father wouldn't push this any further with Harry in the room. While they had both just come, that wouldn't stop Lucius.
Harry huffed. "Answer me!" he yelled, not caring that it irritated his throat.
Lucius pulled his mouth back, laughing. "Should we tell him?" he smirked, his eyes never leaving his son's.
"You don't command here, Potter," Draco snapped, flicking his wand. "Crucio."
Harry let out a scream, the spell moving throughout his entire body. "Sorry!" he cried out, body on fire.
"Finite," Draco added, his own breathing speeding up. Harry had pushed his father and Draco could tell by the look in Lucius's eyes what that would mean.
"Not so in your control as you thought," Lucius sneered. "More testing may be necessary." He wasn't watching Potter now, his eyes never leaving Draco's. His hand left his son's face and trailed down his chest, opening the buttons of his shirt.
"I'm sorry," Harry said again, not wanting there to be more testing.
Lucius leaned in, nipping at his son's chin as he continued to unbutton his shirt. His knee pressed between his son's legs and the young man opened his stance.
"Shut up, Potter!" Draco snapped, suddenly very afraid for both of them.
Harry shut his mouth, sighing as he lowered his head. Again, he was being forced to wait.
Draco hissed as his father's teeth sank into his neck and the man's hand reached up to his son's cock through his trousers.
Harry's head turned at the hiss, wondering what was going on. For all he knew they could be preparing ... tools for him. He bit his lip and kept quiet.
"Father," Draco's whispered, "not here." The older man's response was to pinch one of Draco's nipples between his fingers and twist. Draco tried not to cry out, but a moan escaped his lips.
Harry shifted in the ropes, groaning softly when he couldn't feel his feet. There was something going on between Draco and Lucius, but he wasn't about to interrupt them again.
"Father, please," Draco begged, as the man's mouth worked its way down his chest, biting and sucking, while his hand stroked Draco's cock through the trousers.
"Maybe you should demonstrate how it is done," Lucius answered.
"He's blind." Draco sneered.
It slowly clicked in Harry's mind what was going on. He gritted his teeth and pulled at the ropes. "You st-" he shut his mouth before he could go on, scared that both he and Draco would get hurt more.
Draco's face flushed with shame as he realised that Potter knew.
Lucius watched his son's face, trying to read his reaction. He stepped back. "Strip," he ordered.
"Stop," Harry said clearly, but quietly. He couldn't stand listening to this.
Lucius's laugh was cold. "He seems to think he can give orders here, Son," he drawled.
Draco removed his shirt, but froze when Harry spoke again. This was going to be bad. His hands trembled as he unfastened his trousers again and removed them, laying his clothes across the back of a nearby chair. He then picked up his wand, and taking a deep breath, cast Cruciatus on Harry again.
Harry sagged in the ropes again as his body twitched painfully. All he wanted to do was help Draco; he didn't want this to happen. "No," he whispered, continuing to jerk with the spell.
"Finite," Draco cast. He stood naked before his father and waited to see what would happen next.
Lucius glanced suspiciously between Potter and his son. "On the bed, Son," he snapped.
Harry didn't want to hear this; he couldn't, but it didn't look like he had a choice. Every time he spoke up Draco would make him shut up again. His body had begun to twitch every few seconds, muscles too tense.
"Prepare yourself," Lucius told his son, pulling his hardened cock out again but not bothering to undress himself.
Draco desperately wished Harry was deaf as well as blind right now. He used a lube spell and did as he was told, laying back on the bed and using his fingers to stretch himself. Almost worse than his father doing it in front of Harry, was the casual tone he used, making it clear what he expected.
This was like torture as well. Harry began to hum a nameless tune, trying to block out everything around him.
Lucius looked over at Potter and frowned. He walked over and stood in front of him, watching his face. "Does this bother you, boy?" he asked.
"Yes," he replied quietly, keeping his head down.
"Why?" Lucius snapped.
Draco watched with growing dread. He didn't dare move from where he was.
"Because ... you're his f-father," he said, hating the stutter.
"Yes, I am," Lucius sneered, "and as such, I own him."
"It's not right," he went on, shaking his head.
"You care what I do with my own son?" Lucius asked, sounding curious.
"No, I don't. I just d-don't think it's right for a father t-to do that with his son," he murmured.
"Potter, since when has your opinion ever mattered?" Lucius snapped and backhanded him again.
Harry kept his head to the side, feeling blood drip from the cut Lucius had opened. "Never mind."
Draco trembled with rage. He tried to control his face, but he had never wanted to hex anyone as badly as he wanted to hurt his own father right now.
"You don't like that, do you?" Lucius said, noticing his son's reaction.
"You gave him to me," Draco snapped back, wincing when he did so.
"Crucio," was Lucius's reply and Draco screamed.
Harry licked the blood away and bit his lip, forcing himself to start humming again. He couldn't exactly cover Draco's screams, but he tried anyway. He wondered if he should just ask Lucius to bring Voldemort into the room so that this could all end faster.
Lucius dropped the Cruciatus and stood watching while his son lay gasping, tears streaming down his face. "Potter," Lucius said, "I will offer you a choice."
"What?" he asked, swallowing.
"Do I fuck my son or you right now?" Lucius asked.
"No," Draco gasped, "you promised."
Harry blinked at the choice he was given. While he was already in pain and he was sure he'd pass out if he was violated that way again, he didn't want Draco to get hurt. At all. "Me," Harry answered.
Draco scrambled off the bed and knelt before his father. "Please, Father," he begged, "fuck me."
"No. I'm going to die anyway," Harry said. "If you want to do that to him ... do it on your own time ... and not here."
"Shut up, Potter!" Draco snapped, lifting his wand again.
"Hold," Lucius commanded his son. "Why?" he asked.
"You said he would be mine to do with as I liked," Draco argued. "That I would get my revenge on him, after ... everything he has done to me."
Harry listened quietly, wondering what Draco was trying to do.
Draco reached for his father's hand and pressed it to his face, looking up at him. "Please, Father," he begged.
Lucius smiled fondly at his child. "Such a pretty boy," he crooned. "Show me."
Kissing his father's hand, Draco reached a trembling hand for his father's erection. Harry knelt only a few feet away, but it was too late to hide this from him now.
Harry shook his head, feeling like he'd failed. He turned his head away.
Lucius laid his other hand on his son's head, petting his hair. "Yes, that's a good boy," he said, smiling at him and enjoying Potter's look of distress.
Draco wrapped his fingers around his father's cock and began to stroke him.
If he closed his eyes and tilted his head just the right way, Harry could almost forget what was happening just a few feet away from him. He thought about Hogwarts, and the big dinners with the Weasley family. And flying ... he thought about flying, too.
Lucius's smile grew as he watched Potter. "Potter," he said, "lay on your stomach."
Harry blinked, being pulled out of his thoughts. "How?" he mumbled, still tied up.
Draco frowned, his hand stilling. "Father?" he asked.
Lucius flicked his wand and the ropes rewove themselves so that Harry's hands were tied together and his feet were still spread via ropes attached to the bed.
Harry rolled his shoulders as he settled down on the floor, pressing his cheek against the wood.
"Hands and knees, Son," Lucius said, "over Potter."
Harry blinked in confusion, wondering what was going on.
"Father," Draco gasped, "please, don't." He looked up at the man, trembling.
"Do as you are told!" Lucius snapped, lifting his wand.
Draco crawled to where Harry lay, kneeling between his legs. Potter's back was still a mass of welts and cuts, crusted in dried blood. He knew what his father was doing. Another of his tests. Draco leaned forward and placed his hands, palm down, on either side of Harry's waist. If he couldn't hold himself up, he would press down on Harry's back.
Harry shifted under him slightly, feeling uncomfortable in the new position. He had no idea what was going on, but at least the blood could flow to his feet properly.
Lucius smiled and knelt behind his son. "Are you ready for me?" he asked Draco.
"What?" Harry lifted his head up, feeling Draco's chin touch the top of his head. "What're you doing?" he whispered.
Draco fought the urge to whisper to him, to say something. "Yes, Father," he said obediently, knowing any other response would be a mistake.
Lucius took hold of his son's hip with one hand and moved his cock into place with the other. Then he thrust in hard.
Draco held his arms and legs as tight as he could, trying to keep the movement from forcing him down onto Potter.
Harry tensed at what was happening above him. Why was he doing this? He couldn't figure it out, but it just wasn't right. He wished he could whisper that it was all going to be okay.
Lucius slid in deep, groaning at the tight, wet heat. "Yes, so beautiful," he gasped. He began thrusting hard.
His arms and legs were tight, which made it difficult for Draco to relax. Being tight made it hurt more; he knew that. He ground his teeth together, trying to not make a sound.
Harry bit his lip. "Relax," he murmured quietly, sure that only Draco could hear him.
"Are you trying to protect him, Potter?" Lucius asked. "Why would you do such a foolish thing?" He thrust hard and deep, keeping the pace regular.
Harry didn't answer, pressing his cheek against the floor again.
"Please, fuck me, Father," Draco said, trying to distract him, hoping to make him come faster. He spread his legs more, hoping that it would ease the pain. He knew that he could collapse on top of Potter, use his body to cushion him and relax into the fucking. It would be giving his father what he wanted, but it would hurt Potter even more and it would be too close to letting his father fuck Potter.
Harry closed his eyes and ventured deep in his mind again, breathing in deeply. He couldn't bear to hear the sounds of Draco being fucked.
The pain seemed to radiate up his spine and down his legs and arms. Draco was gasping and his limbs trembling.
"So tight, Son." Lucius nearly laughed, thrusting harder.
Flying. He was flying again, this time with Draco on the broom with him. He thought that could be something they did after they escaped from wherever they were, together.
Tears streamed down Draco's face now, the pain too much. He couldn't do it. His arms were wobbling now and his father leaned forward putting more weight on him.
Harry was pulled out of his thoughts again when he felt something dripping down onto his hair and neck. Tears, he thought. "Go ahead," he whispered, hoping Draco would understand what he was saying and rest on top of him. He was willing to sacrifice the pain.
"Fuck," Draco gasped as his arms collapsed and he found himself laying pressed against Harry's back, his father still thrusting so that each one pressed him into the man beneath him.
Harry hissed, but bit his lip, forcing himself to endure it. Each thrust made Draco rub against the welts and cuts, and he could feel some of them bleeding again. Tears welled up in his own eyes, but he held back, clenching his hands.
Draco wept, his face pressed into Harry's hair and his body slick with his blood again. He felt his father shudder, that familiar hiss and then it was over.
Lucius came hard, pressing his weight down on the other two. Then he got up and put himself back together. "It just might work." he said to his son.
A few tears slipped out of Harry's eyes, more for Draco's pain than his. He wished he could turn over and make it all stop.
Draco rolled off Harry and onto his back, panting. His father stood looking down at him.
"You should prepare him for tonight's festivities," Lucius said and then strode from the room.
"Tonight's festivities?" Harry echoed, trying to turn on his side.
"A feast in your honour." Draco sighed. He rolled away, coming to his hands and knees again and struggling to get up. He sat back and waited for his muscles to stop spasming., then Summoned his wand and cleaned himself.
"A feast in my honour?" He shook his head. The things Death Eaters did.
"Yes," Draco said, "to watch you die, I expect."
"Ah ...." He sighed, trying not to let himself be bothered by that. His body was too tired to even think about it.
Draco finally made it to his feet and then used his wand to move Harry to the bed. He lay him face down and rebound him loose enough that it would be more comfortable. "Try to get some sleep," he said, looking down at him.
Harry rubbed his cheek against the sheets, already relaxing a bit. "Where are you going?" he asked softly.
"To shower, Potter," he said, disgust in his tone.
Hearing the change in his voice, Harry nodded a bit instead of answering.
Draco left the room quietly, the door opening and closing the only real sound as he did.
Harry fell asleep a bit after Draco left. He didn't have any dreams, his mind staying blank much like his world was now to him.