[He stares over his shoulder at Remus--and then he looks away again, his face closing up. How the hell does he explain this? How the hell does he make sense of this thing that makes very little sense, how does he put into words the look in his eye--and he swallows, hard; he pushes his fingers through his hair--]

He was just-- old. He was really old. But he wasn't. He'd just seen so much that he-- that he seemed old, because he saw nearly everyone die. Or he thought he had, anyways, and then he died, and it's all because-- because James gets betrayed.

It all starts there. And I know he would have wanted us to stop it. However the hell we could, he'd want that, because it would be worth it.