had used unforgivable curses on him over the summer, slicing, cursing, hexing, inducing numerous rounds of hell. That pain? It was manageable. There was something about a cut or a burn that you knew to not be permanent. Within a few days, the pain would be forgotten and life would carry on as it had until the next round of curses. This inner turmoil however, of losing Draco to Voldemort. Not knowing where he was, what was happening to him or if he was even alive. This was a new type of agony Theo never knew a person could feel. It was never ending, all consuming, if they didn't get to him in time this numbness would remain a part of him for all eternity. There would be no crawling out the other end of the tunnel to bathe in golden sunlight. He would remain lifeless in the dark torment of his own mind, trying to figure out where he could have changed his actions to save Draco. 