"Again," Rabastan said coolly. "I asked for ideas, which is where the idea of destroying the DMLE came from. I might add that neither one of you chimed in.
"As to being included in the Dark Lord's plans, you would do well to speak not on that which you do not know. The Dark Lord never questioned my loyalty or my ability, and if you think I was not aware of his plans until the very last moment you are sorely mistaken. He honoured you with your tasks at Hogwarts, but you were far from always present as he spoke of 'major plans' after." There was a flash of anger in Rabastan's eyes. The Dark Lord had never doubted the loyalty of the Lestrange brothers, meeting with the three Lestranges alone multiple times until his second fall.
Rabastan knew, of course, that Bellatrix had even more of a private audience with the Dark Lord, but that was neither here nor there.
"You critique how things are run, yet this is the first time you mention it? I am a patient man, years in Azkaban teaches one patience like nothing else could, but to say that I have not asked your opinions or made myself available to them is nothing short of a lie.
"As to how things are going? We are striking them at their heart, stirring up fear and doubt in their own ability to stand against us. Their pain shall make them reckless and in that we will be able to destroy them all. In the meantime, I know that Alecto has been doing a wonderful job training new recruits and preparing them, so yes, Amycus. When we strike we will be a force to be reckoned with. Perhaps that is the unity you seek."
Though he would not say it, Rabastan thought little of Amycus' complaints. What was it that the other man was doing for the cause, while his sister repeatedly brought in new recruits, and even sparked fear with only a few words in those ridiculous journals? And to question his leadership now? Amycus couldn't even lead himself.