It wasn't how it had worked out, and talking about it again and again wouldn't change it. Sirius was tired of talking about it, tired of being blamed, and tired of the weight of guilt though that much at least he knew wasn't something he'd escape any time soon. But the feeling of it all was too much, and this place was too much.
He wasn't going to keep going about it though, not here and not with anyone else. His attempt at a talk with Regulus had proved that he wasn't cut out for it. For any of it, not his past, not his present, not any of it.
"This place is -" He didn't know how to say it. "Have you got one of those things everyone has been picking up to stay here?" He wondered. Regulus had been on him to stay for so long now, to make a life here, but what kind of life could you have here really?