"I did everything they wanted Sirius to have done. I studied hard, got sorted into Slytherin; made prefect, was a nearly perfect seeker, even made head-boy, eventually. It was enough. It would’ve been enough. As long as I was docile and servile, they stayed off Sirius’ back. As long as I obeyed like the perfect puppet they’d crafted, Sirius was safe. Evan didn’t have that. He didn’t have anyone to protect him. And when he’d stalled for too long? The McKinnons? That was his punishment. And that choice?" Regulus was only vaguely aware of how hollow his voice had gone. "That choice was even easier.