Sleigh 4:Sabrina and Sirius (UTC +2 to +4)
Within the space of a moment, Sirius had evaluated the readiness by which Sabrina had made that vow, and decided it was because she was a true Gryffindor, rather than because she didn't appreciate the weight of what he was asking. "Excellent," he said quietly, and though he kept his fingers loosely tangled with hers he turned back to watch the sky ahead. There were snow-capped mountains ahead, and rather than fly higher to avoid them, Sirius made the decision to dip lower and lower so that when they were close enough they could skim between them. He wondered, briefly, how James was faring, wherever he was, with the mermaid.
"Everything's for personal gain when it comes to unspooling the fabric of the universe," Sirius said, harking back to an earlier comment Sabrina had made for no reason other than because he thought it was interesting. "No matter how noble the intentions, it's making the decision to risk unmaking your corner of the universe to ratify this specific tragedy, rather than any of the others that come before it. Nothing wrong with that, far as I'm concerned," he said, offhand, in case Sabrina thought he was judging her, or backing out of wanting to fix his own mess. "There are other tragedies where I've come from, other senseless deaths of people I've loved—" When he started talking, he was thinking of Benjy, of the Boneses, of the Lupins, but when he reached the end of the sentence he realised that Regulus has crept up on him, silent as the grave he never got. There was a pause, longer than he meant it to be, before he picked it back up again. "Massacres that have nothing to do with me, even. But Halloween 1981, in my dimension, that's my tragedy, mine and James's and Lily's and Harry's. Like what happened to your town was yours."