"I reckon the world's always been cruel and terrible. You are just finally catching up." Sirius was smiling a little now, because, hey. Bitter humour fit him well these days. "Come on, Reg. I've got fire whiskey in my room."

Plenty of reason why his room was his favourite, but the whiskey, at the moment, definitely not least of all. "The war isn't over, but you are probably right. It's never going to be all right for us. Best I'm hoping for is making it all right for the people that come after us."