With a huff, Sirius nods, not even mildly surprised that Kell's been able to pin it in an instant. It's a rather wide guess, after all. Regulus and James had died by very different means, but the overlying cause had been the same.

"Indeed," he clarifies, his gaze dropping to the foam of his drink as his fingers skim the sides of the glass. "Regulus," he continues, though his voice is quieter, hesitant in a way it hasn't been til now, "was on the opposing side and died foolishly. Or so I thought. My godson has informed me since that his death was actually quite noble." He smiles then, though it's pained, and he brings his drink to his lips once more. "I suppose I had some influence over him after all, though I've yet to determine how I feel about that exactly."