[Lucius has to draw a breath, slow, and though he does his best to keep his face composed as he would before his other leader, it's deep enough to visibly make his shoulders rise and fall.

He misses his loved ones but the thought of them here, suffering with him, makes him so upset bile threatens to churn up in his throat.]

There are few people that I love. I can think of many that I would name enemy.

[Lucius has plenty of allies, perhaps, but it's all about money and power. Here where he has nothing, he'd either be ignored or turned on. And that's not even touching on blood traitors or fools like Albus Dumbledore.]

It...it doesn't matter though. So long as they aren't here. If that changes... [Since he honestly doesn't know what to do, his voice drops to a mutter.] I'll worry about that later.