"Please." The tears are flowing faster now, and he can barely control his voice enough to speak above a whisper. He knows he's being ridiculous – he shouldn't be the one falling apart and Regulus shouldn't be the one staying strong for the both of them – but Regulus is saying goodbye and after everything, the thought of Regulus walking to his death alone is simply not something that Remus can handle right now.

Either he doesn't really hear what Regulus has said or he's ignoring it, because the words tumbling from his throat don't even acknowledge the idea that the Order could need him (nobody needs him not like this).

"Let me go, Reg, please. Tell me what to do and I'll go. It should be me." His eyes close as Regulus touches him. He doesn't dare move, for fear that Regulus will pull away. "I'm beyond absolution already," he whispers.