"...Remus, whenever they asked me to think of a happy memory I would think of you." Remus inhales sharply at that. "Of course, then you didn’t visit, and I began thinking maybe you were—gone, too, or that you were still angry with me and hated me and nothing would bring you to forgive me for what I did—what I said to you, that night, and Remus you must know how much I’ve regretted that, everything I said, you must know—"