what hurts the most

She lowered her head in submission, the shift from ultimate power over an Empire, to none but her own voice had not been swift nor easy and she had been broken down into her most basic form to get to this point. Possession, an object just to cling to life. A mere shadow of the flames that she once harnessed, she was barely a spark now. Sirius paused before he could commit to his decision, he turned on her. He drilled into her and unleashed the frustration that was building. She didn’t lift her features, solemnly she allowed his questioning to fall on her mismatched ears. There was nothing she could say. Their mistakes were made, decisions followed through, time passed onwards.

”My wishes don’t matter anymore.” She told him softly, her gaze lingering on the ground as the fuse inside him burned. ”If they did I would wish that we had never met, that I didn’t have to feel this terrible pain or cause you the same. I’d wish that our lives played out differently.” She reached delicately with a dark paw, aiming to brush her toes against his fur. ”Do what you will, Seer.” She whispered again, eyes downcast. ”I am yours to command.”