[Setting his teeth together in a snarl isn't going to convince her. Speaking to her rationally likely will. Sirius is incapable of the latter; the former comes to him out of instinct. Too long eating rats and running around on all fours. Sitting limply in a prison cell.
At his sides, his hands flex, clench and release. He could set her on fire. Hemline. Hair. Something. She's holding his wand. He can't. It's enough to keep him where he is, practically trembling with the force of resisting all of his instincts--]
You have to. What kind of authority d'you have here? What d'you want from me? Want me to say I'm sorry I ever stopped to help you? I am. All right?
[More tightly--more desperately, and angry that he's desperate, winching the tone of his voice between the two emotions--]
You have to. I need it.
[Not to do magic. He could get by. To be himself, is more what he means. Sirius Black. Less wrung out.]
no subject
[Setting his teeth together in a snarl isn't going to convince her. Speaking to her rationally likely will. Sirius is incapable of the latter; the former comes to him out of instinct. Too long eating rats and running around on all fours. Sitting limply in a prison cell.
At his sides, his hands flex, clench and release. He could set her on fire. Hemline. Hair. Something. She's holding his wand. He can't. It's enough to keep him where he is, practically trembling with the force of resisting all of his instincts--]
You have to. What kind of authority d'you have here? What d'you want from me? Want me to say I'm sorry I ever stopped to help you? I am. All right?
[More tightly--more desperately, and angry that he's desperate, winching the tone of his voice between the two emotions--]
You have to. I need it.
[Not to do magic. He could get by. To be himself, is more what he means. Sirius Black. Less wrung out.]