Euan was an odd duck, Caradoc decided. He was forward, outspoken, and at least a little bit brilliant. No one of less-than-average intelligence could go off on the tangents this one did. Seeing an axe as a good tool for committing murder? It wasn't something Caradoc would ever give much thought. If he'd known what Euan was thinking - about how well Caradoc had known Evan, really - he might have run from the rest of the conversation, whatever path it took. He wasn't entirely ready to face down those demons just yet. Instead, he studied the boy next to him with some interest.
"You have a point," he commented, nodding, and began to wax the rails of the board. "Yes, I know how to swim. Evan knows how as well, but I'm not sure how much of a teacher he'd make. As to whether what he said was true, you'd have to ask him. Being a Death Eater taught him a lot of things - one of which was how to avoid telling the truth, down to the difference of the smallest detail."
Another thing it taught him was how to hurt. How to leave scars that no one could see. Those were the memories he was fighting.