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"Speech!"
He'd be wrong if he said that he wasn't a little bit angry that Sirius had kept everything from him. Hurt, mostly, but knowing that he could've perhaps remembered everything sooner or less painfully is what hurt the most. He knew that he had hurt Sirius in breaking the law, submitting to Aslatiel at her challenge, and running away... but was keeping everything from him some sort of revenge? He had children, whether Deathbelle wanted him to find them again or not hardly mattered. Sirius knew how badly he wanted children.

He couldn't even find the strength to be mad at him now though, and instead the demand was met with only silence. For a moment anyway, for the lifeless man finally started to move to face him. His old bones creaked beneath him, arthritis settling in with the loss of a limb expediting his age. "Blame them for it." He hardly sounded like himself anymore, glaring at the other canines wishing he had the strength to kill them for making him suffer in life when he wanted nothing more than to be anything but.