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[alt_regulus]

It's dark as pitch

behind you, the bright one

there, low in the south, with the Lyrids shooting

like hexes towards you, past you

   there: one

       another

 

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[alt_regulus]

I was serious when I said Father would be disappointed.


But not only with us.

[alt_sirius]

No, Father wouldn't be proud of what you've become. I know that. He and I may have disagreed about ... well, everything, more or less, but he'd have hated the way your 'master' makes you show your loyalty.

That's the real irony for you, Reg. You're better than that. He's twisting you into something I don't even recognise.

And I know it's partly to hurt me. Well, surprise - it works.

[alt_regulus]

Well, obviously.

And again. Do you think I don't know? Really?

I'm sorry, you know. About that, too. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Do you need me to say it for it to be real?

[alt_sirius]

Yeah, I know. How many times d'you think I've picked up my quill only to stop myself and wait until it was really necessary?

Not that it mattered much. Not if what I think you were doing last is what you were doing.


And no, I guess I don't need to see it on the page, or hear it spoken. But maybe you do.

[alt_regulus]

Don't tell me what you think. Really, don't.

Just let this be enough.