She forced her dream to push past the worst parts of that day. It didn't matter what he did to her in the end. He was going to do what it took to fulfill his master's orders. He always did. Nothing mattered more to Antonin Dolohov than what the Dark Lord wanted. At least in those early days. Before she cut ties with him and the rest of the Death Eaters to run, she'd heard the whispers. Antonin was growing stronger as their Lord was allegedly growing weaker. Anyone with half a brain could read the writing on the wall. A day would come when they would split into factions. A challenge would be made to Voldemort.