Antonin simply nodded his head in complete agreement. There was something sick and disturbing about what they just did. The old rules of the Death Eaters could no longer apply to them. If they wanted to start over a new life without the yoke of the Dark Lord hanging around their necks, they couldn't be the same people they once were. Changes to the world first started in the hearts of the individual people living inside it. He kissed his wife's lips one final time before rolling off her body and then the bed. They couldn't linger in the house any longer. It was wrong. They couldn't continue being those same horrible people.