"Sirius had his freedom, and now I’d be able to ensure he kept it. He was already done with me at that point. It was easy to cut myself off. And anything that might’ve been, James. It will always remain that, won’t it? A might’ve?" He knew James understood the implications. He saw the realisation in eyes so dark and warm and deep Regulus would like to throw himself in them and be lost for all of eternity. It would be an end so much sweeter than the death he craved.