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[in_the_cracks]

"What necessities do you live by?" There's just enough edge to Telrim's cool tone to hint at her annoyance. As happens more often than she'll admit to her colleagues, the Controller's using the Sign area for personal reasons. She's leaning against the back of an armchair, arms folded. Sitting is for the weak, perhaps. "What facts of life that can't be changed?"

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[darker_black]

"Perhaps," Regulus admits. "But anything worth dying over was left in good hands..."

Provided Dumbledore's bunch of idiots took proper advantage of the chance once Kreacher had destroyed the locket. He could trust the house elf to do his part - it was everyone else he had no such faith in.

[in_the_cracks]

She pauses, at that. "...You must have had people you trust very much." The Controller ducks her head a little, considers him sidelong. "Did that help? When you thought you were going to die?"

[darker_black]

For a moment, Regulus is silent, and briefly looks as if something in that hurt him, and perhaps makes him a bit angry. He hides the reaction quickly, but can't quite keep all the bitterness out of his tone when he finally replies. "No... I mean, no, there wasn't anyone I could trust, other than my family's house elf."

[in_the_cracks]

"Oh." She's swift to look apologetic. It comes so naturally to Natasha's face. "I'm so sorry. I didn't think..."