Sirius thought about it, then nodded jerkilly. He stood slowly, leaning heavilly on Remus for support, but managed to stay upright against the werewolfs shoulder. He whimpered quietly when his arms made contact with Remus' clothing, but overall the pain seemed very distant. He felt detached, like it was all happening to a different person.
Something suddenly occured to him, and he looked sharply up at his friends. How were Peter and Remus here? They were not supposed to be. If they were here then Sirius had failed...
"Are you dead too?" He asked, voice suddenly choked with tears. "M sorry, 'm so sorry. I was s'posed to keep y' safe..."