'Don't you see that's just it, you don't have to! You still have a choice, you can still leave, or spy, or hide - there are people who left who are still alive, you know? I- There could be protection arranged, for both you and Ver and the kids. It doesn't have to be this way!'
Was there even any use to try? He started to believe there wasn't, and when Montague exploded, looking at him as if he could strangle him where he lay, he wondered if why he was fighting so hard. Why he wasn't willing to give up on him.
Still a piece of him was utterly relieved to hear him say he didn't condone the things the Lestranges did, even if his reasons were week.
'So Rodolphus is not like that? Is that what you are telling me?' he asked. 'Or don't you associate with him? Or with his wife, the supposed leader of the organisation you're in?' He sighed. 'See that's the difference between your side and mine - yes there are vigilantes, people who doesn't care, who kill and probably enjoy it but do it under the cover of the war - but those leading this side - and I do not count Umbridge to them, they don't condone it - and they definitely do not order it.'
He lifted his hands, running them through his hair. 'Look, I didn't ask you here to fight with you, I asked you here to tell you, which I may point out, I didn't have to do.' He closed his eyes. 'I just wanted you to know everything before all of this becomes public, because I care and I felt it would be fairer to tell you face to face.'