Did it matter who he was here? Sirius wasn't entirely sure that it did. In a world that didn't care at all what his bloodline was, or what house he'd been in, or who he might or might not have murdered. What did it matter who he was?
He sighed at Regulus' immediate need to mention the Potters, he might not have said their names but Sirius knew well enough exactly who he meant. But he didn't want to argue about it either, all of this could so easily blow up in his face and he didn't think he could stand to fight again, not yet - maybe after he got a few days under his feet again he could argue with Regulus or anyone else, maybe even duel. But for now he just felt too drained for any of it. But staying here, making himself stay here - it still felt wrong. Like he was leaving something behind, betraying those he'd already failed, and the future that he was meant to be a part of.
Kreacher at least didn't seem interested in bothering him for the time being. One small benefit to his mounting internal crisis.
"You think that's going to end any differently than it has before?" He asked accepting the cup of cocoa his brother pushed on him. He might be feeling off but he knew enough know that chocolate helped at times like these, and he wasn't going to actively try and make himself worse off just yet.