Sirius was erratic and, frankly, he scared him. He didn't know what it was but it was the familiar taking on this edge that left him feeling so sickly and unsure. That wasn't his brother. He had all the wildness that Barty had. The face of a man who'd seen and suffered far too much.

"I can't stay. There's someone I need to be with." He couldn't abandon Barty, not after everything. "I've probably caused enough worry coming." Still, at least now he knew. Though part of him wished he didn't. "I don't think I could do much good anyway. Last time I tried, I died."