[Edgeworth is right. And when he says it, there is a part of Sirius that knows: he's right. He can feel it, even if it's at dissonance with everything else that he's feeling right now.
And yet there's one difference, and he says it, flatly:]
This is James.
[And he can't even begin to come to terms with the twist that he feels, deep in his chest, when he says his name. James. Quickly, he looks at the floor.]
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And yet there's one difference, and he says it, flatly:]
This is James.
[And he can't even begin to come to terms with the twist that he feels, deep in his chest, when he says his name. James. Quickly, he looks at the floor.]