"He has nothing for the Dementors to take, so could never understand even if he were inclined to sympathize. He assumed, as his adopted kin, we were the same."

Severus says all this quietly, watching the curling tendrils of smoke. His voice isn't disrespectful - he's not that reckless, even if he thinks he could get away with toeing the line with Antonin far more than the other - but it certainly isn't reverent. Tired, maybe.