The years spent apart had tempered Sirius' nature, had seen him become more Sirius than he'd ever been while still recognized by his kin. Neither of them could know that their thoughts briefly travelled in the same direction, as Cygnus, too, wondered how easily the Sirius who now stood staunchly before him could be removed from the family, as he'd been so many years ago. Stubborn, headstrong, it appeared nothing had changed in Sirius -- nothing, and everything. Getting rid of him, as the young man put it, would be impossibly difficult.
Still, Cygnus' hand on his shoulder remained where it was, fingers tightening into the cloth and the flesh beneath it in response to the tension he could feel gathering in his nephew's frame. "You don't understand," he said, words made sharp not out of hatred, but a very real fear that'd cracked through the shield Cygnus usually employed against it, and now seeped through his entire being.
"What will you try, Sirius? No--" He shook his head and brought himself another step forward, thus forcing Sirius another step back. "No time for this. This the worst place you could be right now. I need you to go. Now."
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