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A/N: A drabble of 124 words about Regulus Black.
Regulus wanted out; he realized now that his brother Sirius was right and that joining You-Know-Who wasn't as grand as their parents had made it out to be.
He hated killing and seriously injuring people; absolutely hated it, but he knew that the only way to get out was to die. It wasn't as though he could go to You-Know-Who and say "Thank you for letting me join but I have changed my mind; I don't want to be a Death Eater anymore."
If anyone did that they would be Avada Kedavra'd quicker then you could say "Quidditch."
He didn't want to be a Death Eater but he didn't see anyway of not continuing being a Death Eater and he hated being so helpless.