Sirius cocked up an eyebrow at his brother’s remark. Bitterness was dripping from every single word. Maybe he already knew that he was going to die. He glanced at him but then averted his eyes. Bloody hell, he was talking to his dead brother. This was scary.
“I…”, he began. There was something else Sirius needed to know first. “Which is the last thing you remember? From which time to you come from?” He still was not able to look Regulus in the eyes.