"I remember vividly how I thought that you were lying through your teeth and I had to watch my every word. I also remember waiting for Narcissa so I could expose your lies and hex you," he answered, smiling. "Then again, believing that I had come back to life after forty-three years wasn't easy. However, things have changed since that first day."
Regulus appreciated the honesty, although the idea that he could die again wasn't a pleasant one. "Part of me wonders if you're right, and I should just enjoy life since it could end tomorrow. The biggest part of me says that it's what a Gryffindor would do and I'm not one." He couldn't really say that he was concerned about others dying for him. Hopefully they were Muggles.
He nodded. "Of course you can see it, although I'd rather not eat there since we'd be surrounded in dust," he said with a smile.
"No, no descendants. I guess he never bothered when Sirius and I died. His family has always been with us. He would have been the last survivor after the Black family had died out," he said. The thought was depressing and saddening, but he kept the smile on his face despite everything. "I'd rather not discuss my family. I know they are just a footnote in the history books, but I just lost them. Strangely, I even miss my brother, and we haven't- hadn't talked in years."