Voldemort:
[after the Death Eaters have Apparated to the graveyard]
Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years it's been, and yet, here you stand as if it were only yesterday. I confess myself... disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me...
[running around and angrily ripping masks off several followers]
Voldemort:
Crabbe! Macnair! Goyle! Not even you, Lucius.
Lucius Malfoy:
[sinking to the ground]
My Lord, had I detected any sign... a whisper of your whereabouts...
Voldemort:
Oh there were signs, my slippery friend, and more than whispers.
Lucius Malfoy:
I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways. The face I have been obliged to present since your... absence...
[removes his hood]
Lucius Malfoy:
That is my true mask.
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