He stood before her barely a vestige of what he once was. And she was exactly the same.
Time had not changed her—it couldn't. Time had preserved her and destroyed him.
"In Azkaban, you forget everything good. The Dementors pass by and they suck the happiness away from you every day. You deteriorate; you lose your soul until you only remember the pain and heartache—"
"Sirius, you—"
"Do you know what I was left with in the end?"
The ghost shook her head.
"The sight of your body on this floor. The look on your face when you saw me with Lena. The pain I caused you. It was the only thing I could think of. You haunted me."
"Sirius, please—"
"I had dreams where I'd run into this lavatory and see your body. I'd try and I'd try to save you but I couldn't. You slipped through my fingers again. I let you go again. I lost you again and again. I'd awake to nothing but the knowledge that I could never hold you. I awoke every morning to the knowledge that I never deserved you anyway and that you never deserved any of this."