"You are." And what did he even do with that? Barty rarely did things without having a plan all sought out, but this had all been something he couldn't have predicted. He had never made peace with Regulus' death, but he had accepted it, as one of many losses. Now here he was. In flesh and blood, in heart and soul. He leaned their foreheads together, just breathing for a moment. "Just about eighteen years, Regulus. That's what you missed. And none of them worth living through, trust me."