"What can you do?" Lily asked. She found her attitude slowly shifting out of defence mode. Death Eater he might be, but he wouldn't hurt her. Maybe she had always known that. She wouldn't be so sure if his Death Eater friends or the Dark Lord himself were there to egg him on, but now, without provocation, she was probably safe.
She couldn't feel any pity for him though, no matter how many tears he shed. He could never understand the true evil of what he had done to her, and to others. Harry's death had led to Dumbledore's, and that had led to the disintegration of their society. It was all very well for him to say he wanted to tear down the empire he had helped to build, but it was, after all, just words. "What have you done? Name one thing in the last eighteen years you've done to 'help' us."