Remus shook his head, damning the memory before it surfaced. He feigned a sip from his now empty mug. He met her gaze, his eyes bore holes into hers with the intensity of his glare. She swallowed under his scrutiny. "That doesn’t matter, it hasn’t mattered for years." His voice lowered to a mutter. "Not that he remembers doing that to me anyway." Remus looked up at her, slightly annoyed by this point. "You still haven’t answered my question, Andromeda, you keep dancing around it, coming up with anecdotes to distract me. Why haven’t you visited? If after all these years you had this faith in him, you’ve always had this faith in him, why choose not to see him? He’s free, whether you accept it as free or on the run, he’s not