Sirius rolled his eyes. "As if that's even a possibility," he said. "You're never weak."
He took a deep breath and stopped for a moment. "In four years, you're dead, Evans. You and James both." He hunched over a little and rubbed his jaw. "Fuck," he muttered. "Sorry. Look - " How did he explain this. How did he explain any of this? "Look, there's - it's really hard because there's this gap. Not just between you and me but between everything that happened and everything in my head. Azkaban - we always heard stories, yeah?" This was the most he'd spoken, really, out loud, since showing up here. "My mind's not all right," Sirius finished, muttering.