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It all culminated in this one moment. All of his history, come back to haunt him in this one moment of weakness. He cursed himself for being so weak, so cowardly.
He could see it in her face, suspended in the air almost directly in front of him; he could see in her eyes, her beautiful dark brown eyes that she was suffering. She was suffering so bloody much and he couldn't do anything, wouldn't do anything to stop it, not with Him there. Not with Them, his supposed friends and allies, his family even.
He shut his eyes tight, not wanting to see the suffering, but also not wanting to see the accusation, or rather the lack of accusation in those bright, beautiful orbs. he saw a bright flash of green through the skin of his closed eyelids. When he opened them again, her face was slack, and her eyes were empty. The snake; that cursed snake was slithering up along the polished wooden table-top, hissing at all he passed, and approaching the girl – the woman – floating in the air. Just as the snake was almost underneath her, the man sitting at the end of the table (if you could call Him a something so degrading as a mortal man) ushered a quiet command, and the woman in the air suddenly dropped to the table with sickening crunch.
Regulus Arcturus Black pushed back his chair, and made to escape from the room. His chair's four legs screeched across the floor of the dinning room in Malfoy Manor, startling many a focused Death-Eater from their silent reveries and staring matches. Regulus stood up, and if he before had neglected to gain the attention of everyone in the room, he had certainly got it now.
"And where, pray tell, do you think you're going?" He said, in silky sweet tones.
"Errr..., a walk,to... to stretch my legs... Sir?" Regulus hastily replied in an somewhat uncertain manner.
Lord Voldermort regarded him with cold, red eyes. "Oh really?"