"A little boy is unconscious just because his sister is a Death Eater," Terrence said, his voice hard. "And it's not the only incident, it's just the worst so far."
He didn't care if he was biased about that. He knew other Death Eaters had been attacked, but they had been attacked more directly. Terrence had taken the Mark for his own survival and sanity, and since the moment his head had been his own again, he'd fully intended to bring down the government that had taken his free will away from him in the first place. He'd taken steps toward doing that, too, but he and Ella were still in the line of fire for hatred directed at the government.
There needed to be another person, besides Weasley, who had at least a vague idea of where he stood. "I'm sure they think any of us - the Death Eaters - deserve that, and worse. It's not like there isn't innocent blood on our hands."
Did he need to paint himself as a killer to shock her out of her potion-induced stupor? He didn't know what would get through to her, but he would keep trying, until he saw that perfect clarity in her eyes again that he saw once before.