Sirius clenched his jaw. He didn't want to hear about that.
"I didn't know snakes had tear ducts." His nales were digging painfully into his hand, and he slowly relaxed his fist. "Forgive me if I don't give a shit about her, she burned that bridge when she, og, let me think, when she burned me." His scar tingled, reminding him that it was always there, always branded into his skin. Traitor.