The statement had been simple and direct. Carrying the weight of certainty that came from knowledge, not speculation.
Selphira knew something. Something she thought Ren couldn't handle right now.
"That's not..."
"It's the truth. Seeing it isn't what you need right now."
Julius had been present too, standing by the window with that rigid posture he adopted when dealing with an uncomfortable conversation.
"Sirius..." Ren had begun, Luna's father's name weighing on his tongue.
"You can't do anything," Julius interrupted, his voice flat. "That's the present truth. There's no point in you suffering and risking yourself for something like that..." his voice became very low, dropping to a whisper. "At least not yet."
The words hung in the air like a sentence.
"But I could..."
"No." Selphira was sharp… Final. "Three days isn't enough to get that deep down in the first place."
Down... Implications about where Sirius was, or what remained of him.
