But then neither of your parents are particularly lovable, or even likable. I reckon that's how mine would strike a lot of people as well.

You can't disappoint people when you're dead, though both my parents surely know I'm not. A part of me still hopes that they might accept me, though, even knowing exactly what I am now, and exactly what choices I've made. Pretty sure that's impossible, though.

And it really doesn't matter, in the larger scheme of things. If they can't accept it, that's on them, not me. Just like even though you might've wanted to save Regulus, it wasn't your job.