There was a disconcerting truth that she admitted only to herself. Antonin might claim to understand if she tried to share, but she knew in the end she would only end up hurting him. Hadn't she done enough of that already? She recognized the cold detachment from the world in Draco that she was all too familiar with. For most of her life she was exactly the same way. Only in recent days did it feel like she was waking up from that coldness. If Draco loved anyone, it was deep down and hidden, probably even from himself.