"You were eleven, Sirius. A child. You could have sucked it up and toed the line, like all of us. Besides, it doesn't look like you and your friends ended up having a happy life." Hearing their stories had been the best thing. Theo told him about their history, but to Regulus, it was revenge. "Right, people who cared about you to the point that you didn't trust each other, you suspected that Lupin had turned, Pettigrew betrayed you and brought back the Dark Lord. You also had such wonderful lives. One died at 21, you were in Azkaban and then died, Pettigrew was a rat for over a decade, and Lupin was generally miserable, married our cousin and then denied. It makes my death look absolutely perfect."
Regulus never could understand Sirius' thought process and this wasn't the exception. "You do understand that I can care about Kreacher and still have friends, yes? You also don't get to be jealous when you're the first one to give up on me."
Banging his head seemed like a good option; banging Sirius' was a much better one. "There are no chances. You can't change history. People have tried. People have gone back and returned. I went back and returned. Trust me, if there was a way to change things, I would have. You can make a life here. People have." He certainly planned to have one. "I doubt it considering what this hotel does, but if that's how you want to play it."