Ah, just as Draco had expected the question to be about. As always, he would be a discredit to his father's legacy, letting on something he hadn't intended on doing. Would he ever stop feeling that pull to be the perfect son?

Draco secured the pouch at his hip, taking a moment to gather his words before speaking. "I would prefer to not speak about the past." He said simply. He was afraid to show his past deeds and ideals to anyone here. It was his chance to start fresh. So long as no one from his world arrived, he could be, well, anyone here.

Yes, that was it. What he wished for.