You're right. They are worthless. I'm not even sure I can believe you when you say you swear you won't lie. Because you've already lied to us, haven't you.
[He doesn't want to go into Peter's room. It feels too familiar, a threshold a friend might cross. And they are friends, aren't they? When he looks at Peter--even Peter like this, cringing a little--he sees his friend, Pete, a little worthless but in a way that Sirius has grown to find sort of endearing. You can't define a friendship of ten years in words, it's all in feelings, and when Sirius looks at Peter--Merlin, it's nauseating, the sick pitch of betrayal with the familiarity of recognition.
He smiles, grimly. Vaguely he realises that he's clenched his hands into fists. He can't remember when he did that, but now he couldn't work his fingers free if he wanted to, they're locked, tight.]
But I'll pretend I can believe you. You don't want to lie. So then you can tell me when it started, right? When you decided that the Dark Lord was better company than your friends.
DON'T BE SORRY i would wait a thousand years!!!
[He doesn't want to go into Peter's room. It feels too familiar, a threshold a friend might cross. And they are friends, aren't they? When he looks at Peter--even Peter like this, cringing a little--he sees his friend, Pete, a little worthless but in a way that Sirius has grown to find sort of endearing. You can't define a friendship of ten years in words, it's all in feelings, and when Sirius looks at Peter--Merlin, it's nauseating, the sick pitch of betrayal with the familiarity of recognition.
He smiles, grimly. Vaguely he realises that he's clenched his hands into fists. He can't remember when he did that, but now he couldn't work his fingers free if he wanted to, they're locked, tight.]
But I'll pretend I can believe you. You don't want to lie. So then you can tell me when it started, right? When you decided that the Dark Lord was better company than your friends.