It hurts, but it's not as if Cedric's not used to Howard's uncertainty. It's his job to understand and be patient.
"It's okay," he says, staring intently at the painting. Howard's gotten bigger, far more cynical---it's just how things are, as hopeful as Cedric still is that there can be happiness.
As if to complete Howard's thoughts, the statue shifts to the image Cedric dreads most: the graveyard. Cedric's standing with another teen, both their wands out. A shorter man stands in the shadows, cradling something that looks like a deformed infant in one arm. In the other, he's also holding a wand, pointed at Cedric.
The nature of the short man's spell is made obvious by the expression on Cedric's face: pure horror. His life's blinking out, and there's nothing he can do to stop it.
TRUST THE DALIGIG AND DIE, Cedric carves in response.
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"It's okay," he says, staring intently at the painting. Howard's gotten bigger, far more cynical---it's just how things are, as hopeful as Cedric still is that there can be happiness.
As if to complete Howard's thoughts, the statue shifts to the image Cedric dreads most: the graveyard. Cedric's standing with another teen, both their wands out. A shorter man stands in the shadows, cradling something that looks like a deformed infant in one arm. In the other, he's also holding a wand, pointed at Cedric.
The nature of the short man's spell is made obvious by the expression on Cedric's face: pure horror. His life's blinking out, and there's nothing he can do to stop it.
TRUST THE DALIGIG AND DIE, Cedric carves in response.