[He looked somewhat at a loss for what to say in response to being thanked by a tearful Sirius Black. No amount of time on the Barge had taken the edge off the hatred he felt for the other man, but it, combined with the knowledge that Wichita was Black's warden and didn't particularly need his interference or hindrance in rehabilitating the man, had tempered his own responses somewhat.

But this situation was a little too surreal for him. He reaches to shut off the communicator, then hesitates.]

The person I was died a long time ago.

[Since we're getting all personal. But Snape isn't going to let Sirius think they're going to be the very best of friends.]

Rehabilitate and get off this ship. I've a life here, and you're disrupting it.