Yeah, well. [His smile turns wry.] You don't have to worry about me on that one.
[And it's not Occlumency he's thinking of. Nothing like dementors to expand the mental fortitude. Sirius rubs the back of his wrist against his forehead, a brief application of pressure that doesn't do anything to mitigate how tired he is under everything.]
S'ppose we can't just have done with them ourselves.
[Preemptive. Get them before they get us. That sort of thing. Less successful when everyone's linked up the way they're said to be.]
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[And it's not Occlumency he's thinking of. Nothing like dementors to expand the mental fortitude. Sirius rubs the back of his wrist against his forehead, a brief application of pressure that doesn't do anything to mitigate how tired he is under everything.]
S'ppose we can't just have done with them ourselves.
[Preemptive. Get them before they get us. That sort of thing. Less successful when everyone's linked up the way they're said to be.]