A lot, Credence wants to say. He was promised the moon--he was promised everything, but above all else?

"He promised me I'd belong." That's what it comes down to. That's the bare bones of this whole thing; Credence wanted a place to call his own, a place away from fear and feeling like a pariah.

Even in the wizarding world, he's not welcome, he realizes, and feels his heart sink. It's enough that he clears his throat, suddenly very aware of where that necklace is. It's in his pocket--was in his pocket--and it may be a lie, but Credence kind of wants it now. It's a sham, a symbol of lies, but he still finds it comforting.

"Mr. Graves? I know it might not be my place, but--saying you'll be fine and actually being fine, they're two different things, sir."