If I wasn't in America, then this whole ordeal wouldn't have happened. But I had to run somewhere. After all I faked part of my bloodline and You-Know-Who found out. They killed my brother. I had to run. So I ran to the most independent and free country I could think of: America.
I know the world doesn't revolve around me. And I'm sorry for what I did. Why would I be sorry that I got caught? It was a right decision on their part.