Remus felt sick. How did one react when the person they loved most confessed to killing the people who had been everything to him as a child? Part of him wanted to hate Regulus so badly. It would have made everything so much easier. But the greater part wanted to crawl into his arms and weep in a way he hadn't since the night in question.
He flinched at that first touch. He couldn't help it. But, he didn't pull away, either. "Why are you telling me now?" Remus couldn't believe he even had to ask this question. But, if Regulus had been keeping this from him this whole time... "Are you telling me because you're afraid of what happens if Greyback tells me first? Or are you telling me because you love me and I have the right to know?"
Ask him anything? Remus shook his head. What was he going to ask? How? Tell me every detail about how you and the monster that made me like this took my parents from me because some bastard with a power trip told you to? Remus didn't want to know those things. He didn't want to know what he did. But, nothing could take that back.
"They looked like broken dolls," he said quietly, staring at his knees where they poked out from the blanket he still held tightly wrapped around him. "I remember thinking that when I found them. Like broken dolls a child had thrown aside because they were no longer entertaining. Then Sirius was there. I don't even know if I called him or if someone called the Order when they saw the Mark in the sky. The others weren't far behind him though.
"He was supposed to be a great Healer. He was specialising in Paediatric Healing and he was going to be brilliant. But, he gave it all up and moved there to hide me. And she was a muggleborn, but she was the strongest person I've ever known. She never blinked an eye when her son was turned into a monster and she never let me think she loved me any less for it."
And because of him, they'd both died.
"Why don't I remember you?" He looked up finally, unaware of the tracks glistening down his cheeks that he didn't want to allow. "I remember his scent. It was everywhere. But, I don't remember yours."