Saturday morning, the teenager studied the Potion Master during breakfast. The man held himself rigid and straight. However, Harry could see the underlying exhaustion pulling at him. Blaise was right. Severus was at a breaking point. The man had been a spy, hardened by curses and torture. But Harry had decided on a different approach, and now the man was not as resistant any longer, especially not towards psychological torment. He had gone great lengths to meet the man's eyes all through the week, transmitting without a word how disappointed he was. Evidently, the message had been received.