[ Remus chews his way through those first few sentences and then doesn't take another bite, even though his gaze stays on his food until she's finished. When he glances up, his smile is a little strained. ]

I'm glad you've had the choice.

[ He means it. Maybe it sounds a little pointed, but it's only because he doesn't know how else to say it. If he wanted to make a point, he'd ask what amount of bad he is, exactly. He pushes some egg onto the edge of his toast instead. ]

It wouldn't have been your fault. [ He's had time to pull together justification for the instinct, now. ] You're extraordinary, and that's brilliant, but whatever is doing this to everyone--if someone is holding you under water, you're not to blame if you drown. It's good if you're stronger than they are, but it isn't your fault if you're not.

[ Someone might try to make a similar argument about Peter Pettigrew, but Remus would hit them in the teeth before they could finish it. ]