Shawn's introduction still failed to move Sirius. It seemed there was nothing in this world worth caring about to him.
The sole purpose of his continued existence was to suffer punishment and atone.
Shawn had only meant to go through the motions, but Sirius's attitude almost made him laugh in anger.
So you only felt guilty toward James and his wife?
You spared no thought at all for my father or his child?
Shawn was now almost certain he was the son of Regulus and Fei Ao Qin. Whether his soul was or not, he had a son's duty to clear his father's name!
Shawn waved a hand, raising a black curtain of water that blocked Harry just as he was about to enter the cell, cutting off both sight and sound.
Then he waved again, levitating Sirius from where he lay on the floor.
Yet the man's limbs and head still hung limply, without the slightest attempt to resist.
Shawn could now clearly see Sirius's wretched condition. He was little more than skin and bones, with sunken eyes, heavy, dark bags beneath them, an unkempt beard, and shoulder-length black hair tangled into clumps.
There was none of the handsome elegance or carefree rebelliousness Shawn had imagined, nor any trace of casual arrogance in his bearing.
With his head hanging, Sirius looked at Shawn through lifeless, clouded gray eyes and spoke hoarsely.
"You're Regulus's son? Is he still alive? That's good, too. You're a fine young lad, handsome and full of life. Go on. You don't need to visit me."
Shawn's contempt for Sirius only deepened. The man had almost squandered what little goodwill Shawn had left.
Taking a deep breath, he retrieved the note Regulus had left in the fake locket from his ring, unfolded it before Sirius, and