"And nothing changes the fact that I am one, and will be one forever." He said coldly back. "To late to go and pin that one on me now. I could join your little side, along with all the other sides of this damn war, and it wouldn't matter. I don't even have the fucking mark and it won't matter." That was the one thing, however, he was glad of. He'd joined after the Dark Lord's fall, he was without a dark mark, in all truth, even as he sat here speaking to Cass about his involvement plainly, they would have very little proof to really pin him as one. The people he'd killed were out of the country, done with careful planning and exact precision, he left little clues that it was him; he'd always worn his mask in battles, hadn't been in any (minus the attack on Upper Slaughter where any evidence was literally invisible to the Aurors) for over a year. It was nothing but hearsay.
And if he was given a trial (which was the key in it all) they'd be pressed to prove it. The problem was a trial, no one got one, it was nothing but a sentence and your life was over.
However, at the almost amused tone of Cass' voice, Montague's eyes burned with rage. "Merlin minging hell! Are you an idiot?! OF COURSE NOT! I never condone what the fuck the Lestranges do!" He bellowed then, he couldn't believe that Vaisey even thought... "If I had felt there had been a choice all those years ago I wouldn't have joined at all! I would have run off to Greece- fuck- America! But I did not think I did!"
He took a long heavy breath then, trying to calm down; it wouldn't do to be violent in the middle of the Shack, be it toward Cass or the furniture... Jaw clenching, he forced his shoulders down, eyes dark, nearly black with hatred as he looked at his not-cousin. "There are manics on both sides- but so help me God- I am not blind to the disgusting use of werewolves and vampires, and just sick twisted individuals. But do not throw me in with them either- or for that fucking matter- that we are all like that. The handful that I even associate with, when I have too are nothing like those."
His fists clenched then, "but I have seen, from your," he said the last word with a spit hatred, an almost sarcastic twinge, as there were blurred sides, and he hated to have to use the word. "Side do sometimes just as despicable things. And to say that the Death Eaters," it was the first time he'd actually used the word, the title, "are the only ones doing the killing is an idiotic stance to take, even if in the end of all this, it is what is written in history."