He nods in confirmation. "Yes. And we visited our own world, but in our future, in between." That had been a bit harrowing, as they were both supposed to be dead by that point.

He watches his older self, though he's not so ill-bred as to stare, even under the circumstances. Sebastian had told him, the risk he ran of Azkaban, but seeing it was...

It had been unsettling and worth mourning, in Rodolphus. Bellatrix was herself, only moreso. But this was something else again, and he refused to let it scare him. (As much as he could, at the very least.) "I keep arriving first, and then she follows. No one seems to have the least idea why."