He looked down. "I didn’t mean to. I meant to fade. I thought I was just another Malfoy, an iteration played over and over, and what would it matter if there was one less? I didn’t know how to do anything but make the same mistakes as my ancestors. To follow their path. But then you of all people were there. I could watch you, listen to you talk. You talk quite a lot. You were fixing your mistakes rather than assuming you’d make them again. I lingered, wanting to know if you could. But I thought, I’m nothing but a reflection of my father, that’s all anyone will ever see in me. But not you."