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He's different now.
"Tell me."
The cloak of handsome features and pallid skin has been torn away.
"Tell me, Remus!"
His voice cracks and the werewolf can only stare, his visions of Sirius all these years -
"Tell me you didn't believe them!"
Crumbling.
"Tell me you knew it was a lie!"
Crumbling into dust.
"I can't, Padfoot."
And Sirius is angry, manic - he sways when he walks, without intention. His eyes are mad.
"I thought it was you."