( Guilt is such a strong thing. Remus can feel it clawing at his throat, the same vicious need for freedom that the creature inside of him craves. She holds on to him and he feels at once sick to his stomach and so, so glad of her, two warring emotions that swarm inside. )
You say that now --.
( It's weak, half a joke. She doesn't know what he is. )
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You say that now --.
( It's weak, half a joke. She doesn't know what he is. )
I really was fine, you know.