"It does have its fascination," Regulus said, thinking back at some of the finer magic displayed that night with a smile. Of course, he didn't think that brute magic was always the finer one. "Look, I'll tell you what I found myself telling someone else recently. Like it or not, your generation doesn't have in it to do this work. You enjoy the magic, but you don't enjoy the pure art that is carving a body for no reason other than to see the life being sucked out, red blood seeping out, trying to prolonger that moment to see just how good you are. You find yourself addicted like Muggles addicted to their drugs, which is-" He shrugged. It was better and worse at the same time, but he wasn't one to judge.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You don't have anyone, do you? If anything, I'd say you are in a better position than most. You are close to people who joined and then had... doubts. Perhaps this is a subject you should speak with them." He'd have to speak to Cissa and see if she could provide the right focus without him exposing himself even more.