[Does he hold it against him? Sirius gives it a moment of thought, or at least puts on the moment of thought, because he can. Love, beauty, and peace. Nice thoughts.]
I wouldn't say against.
[He sets down his glass again. His mouth tastes of whiskey, faint tingling somewhere around his teeth. It has been awhile since he's drank anything--well, not so much anymore; since he's been here, after the end of the world, he has supplied himself as regularly as possible. Still not quite the resistance that he had before.]
More I'd wonder how you were hoping to get those things, if you can't be arsed to fight for them.
B. VORRUTYER
[Does he hold it against him? Sirius gives it a moment of thought, or at least puts on the moment of thought, because he can. Love, beauty, and peace. Nice thoughts.]
I wouldn't say against.
[He sets down his glass again. His mouth tastes of whiskey, faint tingling somewhere around his teeth. It has been awhile since he's drank anything--well, not so much anymore; since he's been here, after the end of the world, he has supplied himself as regularly as possible. Still not quite the resistance that he had before.]
More I'd wonder how you were hoping to get those things, if you can't be arsed to fight for them.