"I think I trust you." He just didn't get it. Was Barty being nice or not? He didn't know. He was scared and unsettling, his routine was broken and his home was far away so he didn't know what to do. He reached out and held onto Barty's hand, gripping it tight for a moment because he felt like Barty needed it. He seemed so sad. "Come on, Barty. You look so sad - buck up! It's not so bad."

They could go home and say sorry, father would punish them and then they could resume normal. That was the plan, he assumed - but maybe Barty just needed a break. A pilgrimage to somewhere else to sort his head out. "We'll stick together and-and it will be okay. We will be okay, most importantly."