"No, no, he can't be dead."
"Siri-"
"No, he, he's beautiful and full of life, and he made bad choices, but he's good, he's good, he's so good."
"Oh Sirius."
"Don't say my name that way, don't say that; he can't be dead. He's small, and he's beautiful, and he's mine, and he just needs time. He'll come back, he just needs time."
"He can't come back, Sirius. he's dead."
"He's okay, he's okay, he's okay."
"Sirius, it's okay to cry; he's gone."
"He can't be gone, he's mine. Mother gave me so very little, but she said he'd be mine."
"Oh Padfoot."
"He's okay, he just needs time."
"He's not okay Sirius, he's gone. For good this time."
"He's-"
"He's dead."
"Oh god, oh god, he's dead, isn't he?"
"It's okay, Sirius; it'll be okay."
"I wish it were me, oh god kill me, take me instead please, I can't, icanticanticant."
"Give him a calming draught, Moony, or some dreamless sleep, he's going to hurt himself."
"Kill me, kill me, I wish I were dead, oh this is all my fault, all my... all my fault. He's gone."
"Shh, Pads, that's it, just go to sleep. We'll be here when you wake up."