He sighed, unfolding a bit to tuck an arm behind his head but he didn't relax much. Part of him wanted to believe what Percy said was true, that people would forgive him, like him, want to be around him, but at the same time it was a little frightening. He'd never had or wanted those things growing up. He had people he hung out with like Blaise Zabini and people he used like Greg and Vincent, even people he was intimate with like Pansy - all of them close but at the same time kept at an arm's length.
"Just because there are a lot of criminals here doesn't mean what I was a part of will or should be over looked," he murmured. "And it doesn't matter if I'm one person or responsible for all the Death Eaters, I still...left a long trail of victims in my path."