For a while, Remus' expression remained blank at Regulus' response. He'd been dying. He had been dying? In the process of dying?! For the longest time, Remus tried in vain to come up with something to reply to that. What could he say to that? What could anyone say in response to something like that. The boy had been dying, had been snatched up right before-
That must have been traumatising, Remus thought. It was one thing to find out, in an place like this one, that you died doing something heroic, or something stupid like sticking a fork in an electrical outlet, or simply sitting on the toilet, but to know first hand how you were going to die, that was something else. "I'm sorry," Remus eventually settled on saying, staring openly at the boy. The poor boy! "I'm so sorry." But what else could he say? If he had been anyone Remus had been close to, he would have pulled the boy into a hug, attempted to offer him some kind of comfort, but that wasn't going to happen. Sirius' brother had arrived here moments before dying. Remus' mind was reeling at that bit of news and he ripped his gaze away, focusing instead on the wall facing the sofa. "God, that must- That's terrible!"