"It's because I'm useless. For me, it's easier. You can't make me do anything if I curl into a ball. The more they hurt me, the more I curled. It's like being a snail, I suppose." He hid when he got scared, he got worse under pressure and lost his ability to handle himself and his powers.

He took a sip of the wine and then slowly sat himself down on the floor, looking up at Barty. "You're strong. You learned, you bided your time, you knew what you were doing. Even when you didn't, you kinda did." Barty was his the brave one, after all. Always protecting him. "You were my hero. I was dead weight."