"Please." Rodolphus easily brushed him off, or at least the claim he was trying so desperately to make. "I read your journal entry. You know the one you tried to make private but everyone else seemed to be able to see without any difficulties? I read that."
He pushed himself away from the kitchen counter and stepped towards his brother. "You should know some things," he told him, pushing up the sleeve on his forearm and extending the pale limb, marked with the symbol all Death Eaters bore, towards him. "Do you see this? It means I've sworn myself to something, to a cause, as a means to an end greater than my life. It means harassing a little mud blood and her traitorous boyfriend. It means committing Unforgivable magic. It means murder and torture and terror. This means I will follow the Dark Lord into a new future or die an early death. I won't go to Azkaban, Rabastan. Not because of that summons and not because of any future crimes. You don't have to worry, I'll die before I allow that to happen."