"Reg, come on. I can hold you through your breakdown in just a minute." And weren't those words both cruel and an incentive of shameless hope. Regulus wondered if James knew he was lying. James Potter did not lie. Regulus —was full enough of himself to assume that he— was always the exception to the rule. James Potter lied to him. Empty platitudes of safety and peace and hope. "We need to run." Regulus fell for his lies every, single, time. Regulus loved his lies.