I -- the man who did this to you. [ He breathed and stared down at the tile floor, the tip of his bright red. His knuckles were still raw from his fight with Alfred, and they stung now as he squeezed. ] I just wish I could just...

[ Matthew didn't dare continue his sentence. This wasn't the time for useless thoughts like that. His grip loosened. ] F-forgive me, it's a foolish thought. The Aurors are taking care of him now.