His uncle's last words made him look away. The praise, while always nice to hear, felt hallow. If he knew...Draco took a deep breath. "Let me...I need to tell you who I really am, Uncle." He didn't wait for Alphard to give him the go ahead, but instead launched into his life story. He touched the surface of his childhood, citing how he wanted for nothing, but mentioning how much he wanted Lucius' approval. He continued to Durmstrang dreams before talking about the sorting, Potter, and, finally landing at the war. The war was the most difficult to mention aloud because he only discussed it with Summer in such an intimate manner. He wrote about it occasionally to some over journals, but never in detail. However, he spared little for Alphard, knowing if he kept anything back and Alphard found out...well, it would be worse.
Once he started, it was like a floodgate with the tale pretty much telling itself. His eyes welled with tears a few times, but they never spilled. He even mentioned why Myrtle was so important to him here. He finally got to the last bits of the war that he remembered and took a deep, shuddering breath. "So now you know. Yeah. I am not...I am not anything really."