"You don't owe me an apology." The was the last thing that Harry wanted or expected, really. That was the bugger of it all. He understood wanting to face Fenrir one on one and finishing it. How could he not? Was that not exactly what Harry wished to do with Voldemort?

Reaching out, he took one of Remus' hands in his own and squeezed it lightly. Sometimes it was the physical gestures that spoke louder than words. Survivor's guilt was hard to live with. Being the one left standing when everyone you loved fell was his nightmare.

The boy who lived had grown up to be a man who wasn't sure how to fight this war. Everyone had clear ideas for what should be done, but Harry couldn't grasp the perfect plan.

"He was yours. I understand that. You above anyone had to the right and perhaps the obligation to finish it. I understand that completely, Remus. I have my own to seek out. I just need everyone to remember that death comes so quickly. I..."

He paused and looked over at Padfoot who was sleeping. He looked to the bed where Severus had been, and then back at Remus. "It happens so quickly. In just an instant everything changes. One bad choice, one mistake can cost you everything, and I don't want us to be the ones to make those mistakes." He managed a half smile as he added, "You survived. That's all I asked for."