"Villains seems like such a dramatic term," Lucuius said, though without any heat. His son had firmly cast them as the villains, so what did it matter if historians had done the same. "I'm aware. I...came from there. I entered the cell and ended up at Hogwarts." He hadn't admitted that to his son yet, but he supposed that he did owe Draco that much. If he was honest, he owed Draco a whole lot more. "I...had hoped to avoid your involvement, but it seems the Dark Lord held you responsible for my failure."
He could only imagine how Azkaban had changed him. He'd spent less than an hour in the place after his arrest, and he still woke up dreaming about the cold, about the Dementors. He couldn't imagine if he'd spent an entire year locked up there. No wonder Draco had lost confidence in him. He could hardly blame his son.
"Your mother wouldn't have done that without good reason. I assure you she didn't care about Potter's survival. She must have seen it as your best chance." FOr that, he could not blame his wife. Draco's survival had always been the most important thing to them both, though from Draco's account, after Azkaban Lucius hadn't given much thought to his son's safety. He wasn't sure he believed that, though could see no reason for Draco to lie to him. "I don't see why tehre's a need to judge me at all. I did what I did and I don't regret my actions, except for what led to my arrest and our estrangement, if you can call it that."
He took another sip of tea. "However, I understand that the world has changed. Above all, I desire a Britain that regains its status in the International Wizarding community, and have accepted that means putting aside any talk of blood status." For now, anyway.