[Sirius doesn't flinch when he sees the mark, but he can't completely hide the way he guards up upon seeing it, his clear eyes going unfocused. He nods, he did guess. Nobody stays with the family in loyalty like Regulus had without becoming a Death Eater.
He struggles to listen, to maintain composure and not just go off on Regulus like he usually would. It's difficult, but curiosity compels him to listen through to the end. Regulus is defensive at first, in a familiar way.]
I'm sure you did.
[It's quiet but no less harsh for being so. Regulus always took every spoonfeeding their mother ever gave him, or seemed to. A passive sponge for opinions. He does manage to lower his hackles again when Regulus changes the subject, nodding to encourage him to go on.]
That was always the part that was strange to me. That you believed all of it. You aren't stupid, but you didn't see the hypocrisy.
[But this isn't what Sirius was summoned for. He was summoned to hear a story. So he will listen.
At first, hysterical laughter bubbles inside his chest. Kreacher. Losing your own brother wasn't enough, you had to lose a house elf to realize? He wants to say, but he's busy holding everything in as his chest and shoulders shake.
A moment of thought, though, and it makes a little more sense. Someone vulnerable, someone without choice, that Regulus felt responsible for. Sirius lets out a long, slow breath.]
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you finally noticed how fucked up all of that shite is, but it is rather funny in a horrible way that it took the near-death of a house elf to get it through your skull. Killing innocent human beings wasn't enough for you?
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[Sirius doesn't flinch when he sees the mark, but he can't completely hide the way he guards up upon seeing it, his clear eyes going unfocused. He nods, he did guess. Nobody stays with the family in loyalty like Regulus had without becoming a Death Eater.
He struggles to listen, to maintain composure and not just go off on Regulus like he usually would. It's difficult, but curiosity compels him to listen through to the end. Regulus is defensive at first, in a familiar way.]
I'm sure you did.
[It's quiet but no less harsh for being so. Regulus always took every spoonfeeding their mother ever gave him, or seemed to. A passive sponge for opinions. He does manage to lower his hackles again when Regulus changes the subject, nodding to encourage him to go on.]
That was always the part that was strange to me. That you believed all of it. You aren't stupid, but you didn't see the hypocrisy.
[But this isn't what Sirius was summoned for. He was summoned to hear a story. So he will listen.
At first, hysterical laughter bubbles inside his chest. Kreacher. Losing your own brother wasn't enough, you had to lose a house elf to realize? He wants to say, but he's busy holding everything in as his chest and shoulders shake.
A moment of thought, though, and it makes a little more sense. Someone vulnerable, someone without choice, that Regulus felt responsible for. Sirius lets out a long, slow breath.]
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you finally noticed how fucked up all of that shite is, but it is rather funny in a horrible way that it took the near-death of a house elf to get it through your skull. Killing innocent human beings wasn't enough for you?