[Harry accepts all of this with a shrug, staring across the beach at the water. He'd never visited the seaside as a child, certainly wouldn't have seen a place like this. Shame he's too distracted to enjoy it.]

I've no idea what's decided on my path. I haven't had much say in it.

[But then he replays that and frowns.]

What, you actually crawled out? Is that sort of like, like a metaphor?