Aurion struggled to get up on his feet while having hold of the bag. He found it difficult to remain focused on the task at hand. He began having doubts and second-guessing himself.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">'What if I was wrong about the bag? What if I lied for nothing?'</span>He thought to himself as he became more oblivious to his surroundings. Sounds began to drown out; shapes and colors became blurred and hazy as warm tears flooded his eyes. He wiped his eyes with one of his sleeves. Memories of his mother entered his mind. He felt like he betrayed her somehow by including her in his lie.<br/>"I don't want to hold this wretched thing anymore." Aurion said. "I have dirtied my hands enough. If you want your reward so badly why don't you carry it the rest of the way." He held out the bag before Draco.