"I did, until I discovered what he was doing. He didn't care about purebloods and Muggles. He didn't care about anything other than immortality, his immortality to be precise." He remembered the disappointment and confusion all too well, still fresh in his mind, even if it had been decades for the rest of the world.
Regulus got up, and walked to the window. He stared outside, and he could see the Muggle lights out there. "By the end, people were dying. Purebloods were dying and a lot of them. It didn't matter which side you were on. Everyone talked about Muggles and Muggleborns, but the ones fighting were purebloods. The Order and the Death Eaters were filled with members of the most influential families. The Potters, the Blacks, the Longbottoms, the Malfoys, the Averys, people died, and the Fudge turned a blind eye, because otherwise you had to arrest these people. There is not one of us that didn't dirty his hand with something, but no one bothered with arrests."
He turned around and looked at Jake. "I died, and there might be suspicions but no one would have known how or why. There were no investigations, and I'm sure each side blamed the other. This gives me the advantage right now, but once the Dark Lord discovers what I've done, I'm as much of a target as Potter."