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“None of that matters!” Sirius screeched, pupils dilated, lips trembling with anger. “Winning doesn’t matter! Not when you–” he faltered, swallowing viscerally. Looking into Remus’ eyes like he was the only thing grounding him; like his rage would swallow him up like quicksand. Rage at Remus. Rage at himself. Rage at himself for caring; weakness dripping from his tongue.

“You’re going to kill yourself,” he said, as a revelation. Shaking his head in angst. “Trying to save the fucking world. You’re going to kill yourself and you’re going to kill everyone around you too.” He paused, and then; “You’re going to kill me.”

“It’s hilarious, actually,” he continued. He looked up at Remus and his eyes were a hurricane. They sent melting ice trickling down Remus’ back. “How someone can have such a huge martyr complex and at the same time be so fucking selfish.”