Lord Voldemort's first Death Eater was shivering before them, ready to go to his knees. Barty had mostly hovered in limbo during the last decade. Winky had cared for his body, while his mind had floated in a cloud of bliss, created by the Imperius Curse. The more they unearthed, the more Barty realized how long his father had imprisoned him. The utter emptiness of his previous existence was slowly grinding him down.