Will he? Kell seems sure, but Sirius still can only stare at the shreds of skin, each cut made at Sirius's request.

And for nothing.

It takes him a moment to realize Kell's asked a question, and his gaze drifts to where his wand lies useless and broken upon the dirty ground, as gutted as Sirius himself. "Mine's dragon heartstring," he explains, his voice dulled now. Empty. "Not all are." It's not exactly replaceable is the thing. And still means next to nothing compared to Harry.