"I didn't do that, it's not me."

A little boy with a nose bleed. A weak boy. That he tormented in such a cruel way just to use him. Use him for what, he didn't even know. It was a strange memory, very hazy, like it was there but it wasn't and it wasn't real, he knew it wasn't real, but it felt so real. It felt like he'd done it.

He watched Barty leave and he had to wonder - was that little boy in his head real?