"That’s exactly why we have to run," Regulus was sure his voice wasn’t only hoarse from the previous yelling match. "Please, Sirius. Will you trust me for once in your life?" He didn't have the strength left in him to be angry. He didn't deserve to be angry. All he could do was plead and beg and hope someone listened. The pride he had held so stubbornly to? What room was their for pride when there was barely room to breathe? This was the end. He would secure James and Sirius and the boy. And he would leave. Simple as that. There was no need to hold onto pride any more. He had no use for it anymore. He didn't even have use for the air in his lungs any more.