[Neville goes quite quiet over that. It's a lot to process, but it is made slightly easier over the myriad of strange, tangled timelines he's already encountered here.
Like it's difficult picturing Dumbledore as anything but an old man, he can scarcely imagine Voldemort as ever having been his age, as ever having been anything but a snake-faced monster.
But regardless of age, he knows those tactics well. Neville, more than anyone else here, had been terrified of the Cruciatus Curse. He knew what it could do to a person, irreversibly, no matter how strong or solid or brave. He was also, he imagined, far more accustomed to it as a part of every day life than anyone else here either. He knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that coming out of it on the other side with your brain in-tact doesn't even remotely mean you haven't been changed by it.
When he talks again, there's no pity in his voice, just a sort of worn-out and bedraggled familiarity. Like he's talked to a hundred kids who have been shown the same thing.]
I'm sorry. No one should have to know what that curse feels like.
[And he has no idea what a clip or bullets are, but the last part he understands well enough. He nods, once, a bit grim and a bit satisfied.]
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Date: 2014-03-20 05:06 am (UTC)Like it's difficult picturing Dumbledore as anything but an old man, he can scarcely imagine Voldemort as ever having been his age, as ever having been anything but a snake-faced monster.
But regardless of age, he knows those tactics well. Neville, more than anyone else here, had been terrified of the Cruciatus Curse. He knew what it could do to a person, irreversibly, no matter how strong or solid or brave. He was also, he imagined, far more accustomed to it as a part of every day life than anyone else here either. He knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that coming out of it on the other side with your brain in-tact doesn't even remotely mean you haven't been changed by it.
When he talks again, there's no pity in his voice, just a sort of worn-out and bedraggled familiarity. Like he's talked to a hundred kids who have been shown the same thing.]
I'm sorry. No one should have to know what that curse feels like.
[And he has no idea what a clip or bullets are, but the last part he understands well enough. He nods, once, a bit grim and a bit satisfied.]
Good on you. I hope it hurt an awful lot.