"It was," he says softly, not quite able to let the guilt go, "I left you and couldn't find a way to come back to get you. If she hadn't burnt me off the tree I would've gone back once I realized I couldn't get you out of there."

It's something that he hates with everything in him. It's a guilt that he can't help but let loose, now that they're talking again. It makes it a little easier to listen to what else Regulus has to say, even if it makes his blood run a little cold.

"Will you-- have to go back to him? Or will we be able to-- finish it, before then?"