And running to nowhere, pity that tomorrow all life will be a day shorter

Sirius can't believe what he's hearing. Regulus, his stupid little brother, too gentle for this world, forced to cover himself with several layers of armor, is dead. Dead, and he doesn't know where his body is.He rests his forehead against James's shoulder and sobs, silently and brokenly.***Regulus opens his eyes with a stifled sigh, alive with the feeling of dead hands on him and water in his lungs.