"No, no, you're not getting the point!" cried Stephen, "It's all subconscious. You're a perfectly bland, ordinary person, but your subconscious kind of guides your movements whether you know it or not. Like, you do things and then you make up excuses for them. Like telling yourself the joining the Death Eaters would somehow make it easier for you to make the world a better place." He sounded a little bit angry then, but this was a particular thorn in his side. "I mean, how fucking delusional would you have to be to not see that you were following an evil madman? If anything, I'm being kind in telling you that you had some ulterior motivation that you didn't really realize!"
When Matthew started to get a bit weird, something seemed to click in Stephen that he was dealing with his friend, one of the few he could say he had left in the world, who had lost his mother, was on the brink of losing his father, and had just recently learned of a horrible family secret that would traumatize anyone. Suddenly he grew a bit quiet and more concerned. "Are you alright, mate?"