"I want you to go to Hell and never, never come back," was the response.
"Very, very likely, considering the circumstances. Though, if it does mean anything, I am sorry."
"It doesn't mean anything. Not a thing. Especially not coming from you."
"Hey, it's not like I'm the one responsible for all this."
"What do you mean!? Of course, you're responsible! You did this. All of this."
"Actually, I'm a victim here too, just like you."
"…I don't follow your reasoning."
"There was the Dark Lord. And there was my Dad. Do you really think I had any choice?"
"Of course you had a choice! Everyone has a choice! You could have chosen the side of good. You could have chosen to not kill people for no discernable reason whatsoever."
"It's not as simple as all that. I'd like to say something philosophical about good and evil, but frankly, I'm not that deep."
"I'm not surprised."
"Let me finish. You've met my father. He's not the nicest man in the world. He's also not the smartest or the bravest. I blame genetics."
"That's just like you, to assign blame."
"Well, you blame people, too, don't you? I'm sure you blame me, and the dark lord, and even your parents, to some extent."
"You take that back! That is such a lie! That's a goddamn lie!"
"Methinks the lady doth protest too much."
"I hate you."
"Good. You should. I represent all that's bad in your life. I tortured you at school, and I'm going to torture you now. And there's nothing you can do about it."
"You don't have to do this, Draco."
"Harry, Harry, Harry. Didn't I already explain this to you? I do have to do this. I don't have a choice."
"I also already explained this to you. You do have a choice. There's always a choice. You could have chosen to die rather than join Voldemort."
"But I like living. Living is all there is, because once you're dead, you're dead. I'm not going to give up my life for anything except for old age. It's my life, why should I give it for future generations who I'm never going to meet?"