"The present?" Sirius scoffs, throwing himself out of his chair and pacing, "the present, where I’m not locked up in Azkaban but I’m stuck in this fucking hospital, where there are no Dementors except the ones in my mind, that appear in my sleep and when I blink, just waiting for the darkness to come? The present, where my best friend, my  brother , is dead, and so is my sister Lily, and Peter was the one who got them killed, and Remus—Remus—" Sirius collapses back into his chair. There are tears on his cheeks, though he can’t remember when he started crying.