The mania was settling in, without Luna’s soft presence Theo was beginning to feel less and less like himself and more like his wretched father, this torture session was necessary for survival but had he been capable of such a thing even a month ago? The sickening part of it all was that he felt nothing, no remorse, his stomach did not recoil in disgust at the guttural cries or severed tongue as he pushed his heel down onto it in the dirt. If he dug deep into his mind was there anything at all that slightly resembled the man he once was? The only things he seemed capable of feeling was the gaping hole of depression that losing Luna had opened up inside him and his complete and utter need to protect all he had left at any cost. Hermione was in danger as long as this snatcher lived. 