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No point justifying it now, is there? It's done.
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Dear Remus,
I know it must be a shock for you to receive this letter from me. There are many things that I wish that I could say, that I wish that I could make better. But there's not really much time for that. I wanted to ask if you would do me a favour. It won't take you much. I just want you to give this letter to Sirius and make sure he reads it. It's very important to me. You'll know when the time is right. You'll.. hear things. I won't blame you if you don't want to do it, or even if you read it. I simply wish for him to read what I had to say, and this was the only way I could be sure.
Goodbye, Remus. Tell him that for me too. Take care of yourself, please. The both of you. If you make it through this, then everything will have been worth it.
L Sincerely,
Regulus Black
[On a separate, folded piece of parchment is the following letter:]
Dear Sirius,
Today I walked past the tapestry room. Usually I can ignore its existence quite well. But today my eyes were drawn to it. And I stood there, staring over the generations of Blacks, the generations of profitable marriages and generations of heirs after heirs. I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't bear the sight of it. I couldn't bear the sight of the periodic singes. They aren't.. You shouldn't have gone. I wish you hadn't gone. It could all be different. It could all be right and proper.
I wouldn't have to do this.
There's something I need to do and I wish that I could tell you, Sirius. I wish that I could divulge that information with all of my being. But I cannot. I cannot put it into the words. I can barely put it into my own thoughts. My thoughts can betray me. I dare not think of it. I dare not think of anything. For the first time in my life I have to be brave and proper and true. I have to act without thinking, without too many months of careful consideration. I need to be like you. You may think me unkind for saying it that way. But Sirius, I don't know how much you thought about what you did, about what happened, about consequences. ..This isn't what I wanted to write about. I don't wish to blame you, to dredge up old memories.
I just wanted to write to you. I wanted to write so you would know the way of things. But I cannot put them into words. You won't hear from me again, Sirius. I promise you that. I doubt you'll even read this letter. I know you won't want to. I know that I am not a part of your life anymore. But it was important to me that I write.
Please don't think ill of me. Things aren't always what they seem. It was the only thing I could do at the time. And it is the only thing I can do now. I must do this thing.
Until we meet again, brother.
Love,
Regulus Black
[Amycus]
Hello, love. Try to be happy, for me.
[/Amycus]
Goodb
No point justifying it now, is there? It's done.
[/Private]
Dear Remus,
I know it must be a shock for you to receive this letter from me. There are many things that I wish that I could say, that I wish that I could make better. But there's not really much time for that. I wanted to ask if you would do me a favour. It won't take you much. I just want you to give this letter to Sirius and make sure he reads it. It's very important to me. You'll know when the time is right. You'll.. hear things. I won't blame you if you don't want to do it, or even if you read it. I simply wish for him to read what I had to say, and this was the only way I could be sure.
Goodbye, Remus. Tell him that for me too. Take care of yourself, please. The both of you. If you make it through this, then everything will have been worth it.
L Sincerely,
Regulus Black
[On a separate, folded piece of parchment is the following letter:]
Dear Sirius,
Today I walked past the tapestry room. Usually I can ignore its existence quite well. But today my eyes were drawn to it. And I stood there, staring over the generations of Blacks, the generations of profitable marriages and generations of heirs after heirs. I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't bear the sight of it. I couldn't bear the sight of the periodic singes. They aren't.. You shouldn't have gone. I wish you hadn't gone. It could all be different. It could all be right and proper.
I wouldn't have to do this.
There's something I need to do and I wish that I could tell you, Sirius. I wish that I could divulge that information with all of my being. But I cannot. I cannot put it into the words. I can barely put it into my own thoughts. My thoughts can betray me. I dare not think of it. I dare not think of anything. For the first time in my life I have to be brave and proper and true. I have to act without thinking, without too many months of careful consideration. I need to be like you. You may think me unkind for saying it that way. But Sirius, I don't know how much you thought about what you did, about what happened, about consequences. ..This isn't what I wanted to write about. I don't wish to blame you, to dredge up old memories.
I just wanted to write to you. I wanted to write so you would know the way of things. But I cannot put them into words. You won't hear from me again, Sirius. I promise you that. I doubt you'll even read this letter. I know you won't want to. I know that I am not a part of your life anymore. But it was important to me that I write.
Please don't think ill of me. Things aren't always what they seem. It was the only thing I could do at the time. And it is the only thing I can do now. I must do this thing.
Until we meet again, brother.
Love,
Regulus Black
[Amycus]
Hello, love. Try to be happy, for me.
[/Amycus]
Goodb