Derek was already shaking his head no. "Darien, there's nothing. It was months ago. He was… he was wearing his mask and robes the whole time. He didn't—," Hell, how many times did he have to relive this moment, be it in his head or outloud, "he didn't even use his wand the whole time. If there was ever anything to find, it's been gone for ages. I went back and looked myself, it's…" he trailed off with a defeated hanging of his head. "It's a dead cold trail."
If there was one thing Derek was tired of being, it was angry. The only thing worse than that was helpless. It was sheer and utter hell to constantly live them both. Not only living them both, but pulling others into his miserable world, kicking and screaming. It's like they didn't even stand a chance with him around.
"Look, now she just—needs us to be there. She's seeing some specialist at St. Mungo's, it's… I think it's helping, but she just needs you, all right? Her brother."
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