Lucius was saying all the comforting things that Cyril himself would've said had their roles been reversed, but none of the words seemed to penetrate the sense of despair and anger that had fallen over him. If anything they just felt like insults. He pushed Lucius' hands away from him, and looked up, his eyes hard, cheeks wet with tears. He did want to blame Lucius. He wanted to blame him for ever being stupid enough to think that Voldemort was the person he should follow. He wanted to blame him for being too stupid or cowardly to fight back. None of this would have happened if it weren't for people like Lucius Malfoy. But deep down, Cyril knew he couldn't. He loved Lucius. He had forgiven his past. It wasn't his fault. This plan hadn't been Lucius' idea it had been his own. "I never should've done it at the school," Cyril said through gritted teeth, "I should've just downed the poison alone and left myself somewhere for someone to find me. I shouldn't have had it anywhere near Jimmy."