[Now that it's off him, it's like breathing in the first breeze of spring, crisp and sweet. Regulus sits again, suddenly drained and a little hollow, but lighter, so much lighter. He already can't bear the thought of putting it on again, letting it weigh him down, cut into him, whisper. He can't hear it anymore.
Still staring at the cloth, he nods.]
I will. We should. Until we...
[He trails off and looks up at Sirius, uncertain suddenly. He's been off trying to kill this horror, he doesn't know what Sirius has been doing. Had avoided finding out, he thinks, because if he'd known, it would have been so much harder to stay away, to keep focused on his purpose, but that's been dashed anyway. Sirius is here, Sirius has rescued him, and now he isn't certain he can go back to keeping a distance.]
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Still staring at the cloth, he nods.]
I will. We should. Until we...
[He trails off and looks up at Sirius, uncertain suddenly. He's been off trying to kill this horror, he doesn't know what Sirius has been doing. Had avoided finding out, he thinks, because if he'd known, it would have been so much harder to stay away, to keep focused on his purpose, but that's been dashed anyway. Sirius is here, Sirius has rescued him, and now he isn't certain he can go back to keeping a distance.]
Are you...you'll help me?