[ Remus appreciates all that fiery, unyielding determination a lot more when it's focused elsewhere. But he isn't surprised by it, because—James. Of course. ]
Then it doesn't matter what I do. [ He wouldn't be able to explain what it is he wants Sirius to say. Agreement, absolution, permission to give up—he'd take it. He knows he can survive without them if he has to, even if he never would have believed it before. But it would probably leave a bad taste in his mouth, and he's already standing up a little straighter without realising it, absorbing some of Sirius' determination instead of shrinking back. ] If that's how it works, you'll fix it, and I'll never exist. Not like this.
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Then it doesn't matter what I do. [ He wouldn't be able to explain what it is he wants Sirius to say. Agreement, absolution, permission to give up—he'd take it. He knows he can survive without them if he has to, even if he never would have believed it before. But it would probably leave a bad taste in his mouth, and he's already standing up a little straighter without realising it, absorbing some of Sirius' determination instead of shrinking back. ] If that's how it works, you'll fix it, and I'll never exist. Not like this.