"That's it? You're just giving up on me?"
“I’m not giving up on you, Sirius, I’m giving up on this ridiculous fantasy we’ve beenliving…this idea that we could be…that this…” Regulus was still shaking, theadrenaline in his system coming down and doing so way to fast. His mind keptcycling back to the boy – their newest. A Mulciber. Not even out of Hogwartsyet, not yet Marked. Blond hair and blue eyes, all eager and idealistic.Regulus had watched him die, unable to do anything. He’d had Barty and Amycusand himself to protect, they were retreating and he hadn’t had time…
“You’re anOrder member, Sirius,” he said finally, hoarsely. “Don’t deny it, I know it’s true. And I’m…I can’t…I can’t do this anymore. I won’t be a traitor. Ican’t help it that you’re my brother, I can’t help it that…” He shook his head.“I’m disgusted with myself, don’t you understand? Your people killed a boytoday – a fifteen-year-old boy and yes, itwas in battle but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re all celebrating yourgrand victory while his family – people I know and respect – are in mourning.”Regulus shook his head, took a step back. “This is impossible, Sirius.”
