"Your love for your friends," he said, very sure with himself. "I think you would have done whatever they did and they just happen to follow Dumbledore. In the end, it was your friend who kept that cult alive, so don't preach." He got up again. "I didn't throw my life away, and you didn't die making your choices. You died because Bella is a better duelist than you, but feel free to pass judgement."
He snorted. "Right, sorry, I'm wrong. You cared about yourself and your friends. I'm sure you simply loved to have a rat and a werewolf looking up to you. Of course one decided that getting your best friend killed was the way to go and the other married our cousin."
Regulus stared at his brother as if he'd lost his mind. "You were eleven and couldn't shut up about him. This isn't about what happened when you left school, or when I left, which by the way was about five months ago for me. This was about you meeting him and deciding that he was perfection on earth and no one could ever be as interesting as he was. Certainly not your little brother. So don't tell me you never said anything. You said plenty enough."
He smiled bitterly. "Oh I'm sure that in the end it'll have everything to do with them. If they stay, you'll stay. If they disappear, you'll want to disappear." He shook his head. "No, I don't understand going back to a life of misery when you can stay here and have a real life, find more friends, fall in love, something, anything, but I'm evil so I couldn't possibly care about my brother. I guess I'll leave you then to make your own choices and we'll avoid each other. It's what you've wanted for the past nine years anyway."