After this conversation, his answer somehow makes sense to Scorpius. As he watches Albus get up and stagger to the mat against the wall on obviously unsteady legs, Scorpius thinks of himself, nearly fifteen years old, desperately trying to find a way to ease Al's concerns. His bright, youthful voice echoes in his head, overlaid with a dull murmur from years past. ("All you have to do now is stop trying to control this thing -")