Regulus shook his head again slowly. "I didn't want to look back, Sirius. Why would I? I did... things. Hurt people. Killed. For what? For ideals that weren't even entirely mine? For approval from a psychotic woman without an ounce of maternal love in her entire body? I can't make those things right, and being gone... Merlin, Sirius, I was free," he said, his voice sharp and sad at the same time. "I'm not saying I didn't keep an ear out, but I didn't actively go looking for shite to disturb my peace. When the Mark... well, then I knew he was really back, and had to do what I could to come back and see things through."
Regulus rolled his eyes. "Please. You wouldn't turn it over to Him if you were the last man on earth and he had the last chocolate bicuits in the world." Even Regulus knew how much Sirius loved baked goods. He shook his head though, and there was a fierce undertone to his denial. "No. I'm not letting you touch it. Fuck, Sirius, you got away, you came out of that hellhole of a house relatively unscathed. I'm not letting that thing touch you, or taint you. Forget it. Arrange something else. I'll give it to Harry, if he knows how to destroy them. Until then, it's better to stay hidden away, so it can't hurt anyone."