Regulus shakes his head before sighing, stretching his leg out straight because bending it feels worse right now. He tips his head back too, swallowing and closing his eyes. "We think it would have manifested by now. Hoping nothing else pops up, but..."

He wants to be as honest as possible about this. "When I say it was bad at first, it was... Very bad." He breathes out and it's almost shaking. "I was supposed to die. I should have died."

He's happy he didn't, but that doesn't change facts.