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[marcato]

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<TruthSeeker>

[pawntakesking]

I was there because you put me there.

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

No, Regulus. I didn't choose the participants. For all I know, the Fog God placed you in that hellish little town.

Do you think that happened? Do you think She realized what a sad, untrustworthy boy you are?

<TruthSeeker>

[pawntakesking]

[Sad. Untrustworthy. Weak. Gullible. Traitor. Yes, he knows well enough that he's all of them, but it still hurts like hell to hear them from Aunamee. From someone who understands him, who's been kind to him in his way, whose opinion he's had cause to respect.]

[Maybe that's why, a nagging voice whispers at the back of his head. Because he knows you. Like Mother knew you. And Father. And Sirius. Does it really seem that surprising that his patience ran out in the end, just like theirs?]

[And it's almost enough. He almost believes it. Only...]

[Only Voldemort had thought he knew Regulus, too, and had said all the same things, and yet he hadn't known what was coming. Only maybe the only person who ever really knew Regulus was Kreacher, who in the end had chosen Regulus over all the rest of the Family. Only maybe Aunamee is talking total rubbish.]

I think, if She really did choose to put me there, it was to remind me of lessons I was starting to forget. I think if She put me there, it was so I would see you've been playing me this whole time.

I cared about you, Aunamee. I don't have many friends, but I considered you one of them. Maybe She realised I needed better taste.

[marcato]

[There's no response.

Hours later, in a distant room, a human is murdered. He was a young man -- perhaps only twenty of twenty-one -- and he had crisp, dark hair and sad green eyes.

It was almost satisfying. ]