"You can't do that right now, Haz," his voice shook where he held him, trembled as he kept their eyes locked together. "It matters not what we desire when it cannot be true. The dead stay dead, no matter how much it hurts," but his magicks were laughing; laughing like that statement was a joke —a lie. Some sort of cruel insinuation. "She's not here. We love her, but she's not here, right now." And their time was up, Regulus pulling away with a low curse. Harry didn't want to imagine what his face looked like at that moment. Evan would soothe it later. 