When Arcturus spoke again, Antonin realized he hadn't addressed the reason why his nobody was able to help. Dejected, he slowly nodded his head. "Da, da. This is so. At least in Britain. But I was living as a foreign natural in your country. My family, my friends in Russia?" He grimaced. "I will never know if they attempted to have me released. Once I was imprisoned, I was denied contact with the rest of the world." Antonin involuntarily shuttered as a wave of cold washed over him, one that was internal, and could not be remedied by external sources. The chocolate would be his best remedy.
Antonin lifted his sunken eyes toward Arcturus. "Not everybody will be as understanding as you are. If people... Muggles... discover I was in prison, I will face their discrimination. Any benefit I receive from being brought to Preya would be lost. My second chance at life will be smashed."