All the gaps in his knowledge about his father’s true character and history had been filled by now, either by Pansy of his mother, or both. They had gently told him of all his father’s crimes (sparing a great amount of detail wherever they could) and Lucio had been absolutely horrified to learn he came from such a man, that he had loved him as a boy (and still feared him, too,) but never knew the full extent of his wickedness. He had learned how young his mother had been when his father had kidnapped and forcefully married her, just how truly awful her captivity had been. It hurt to think about, and more than once he found himself retroactively wishing that he had accessed his magic sooner so he could have protected her. He’d shared this to Pansy once, overcome with guilt, and she had kindly told him that even if that had happened his magic would have been no match for his father’s, and it only would have put him at risk of punishment.