"Glad to hear I'm not an asshole," he said dryly, taking another drag. His shoulders were finally dropping from somewhere around his ears.
"I haven't met any other...people like me," he said, slowly, a bit awkwardly, because he tried to avoid the 'w' word as much as possible. "But the ones like that, the ones that are like the Death Eaters who attacked me and my family, they're the reason I don't tell anyone. I don't want to me associated with them. I--" He trailed off. "Fuck, it sucks enough as it is." That was the sort of thing he didn't usually give himself license to think, let alone say, but he was still a little shaken.
He blew smoke out his nose, his smile wry. "I couldn't even get a job with the Ministry until so many people were dead that they had no choice but to hire from the less-than-desirable pool, all because I family whose lives I saved in the war found out what I was and told them."
He sighed a little. "Shit. I don't know why I said that. The Ministry is a great place to work, and I'm lucky they hired me at all."