"I think the guilt got to him. I think it was driving him mad, what we'd been put through. That, and what he'd seen at the battle. "And I think he was too embarrassed to talk about it to me, his own brother. We both knew we had been forced to do it, and that it wasn't our fault, but he still took it hard. The Dark Lord came, and we buried him out by the Burrow. I left for the mission that night. I was in shock. I didn't know what else to do. I'd never been without him. I'm still not used to it. I thought it was better to surround myself with strangers than face the fact that I was alone and almost without family, without my twin. I kept seeing him everywhere I went, out of the corner of my eye. I completed my mission months later and reported back to my Lord. He uses me as a scout, you see. A spy, sometimes, too. He sends me off on missions, and I just came back from the latest one about a week ago."