It wasn't untrue, for of course Remus still loved her. It was impossible not to; everyone who met Dora loved her color, inside and out, and they hadn't been privy to the parts of her that Remus had seen, inside and out. Every argument she made would have been enough for two other people, but they were no such people.
"What would you think of me, Dora, if this was someone else? One of the girls you went to school with - if they were with someone much older, someone with a dangerous, contagious medical condition that threatened the lives of everyone around him, and he had been in love with her uncle, when he was young?" Remus gave a quiet scoff, for hearing the words from his own lips was bad enough. "She'd be pitifully simple; I'd be disgusting, and taking horrible advantage." If it were another girl, what he was saying would be wholly truthful but looking at her face, Remus felt the futility of his words. Just as they were never going to know the frivolity of a light, simple love, no one else would ever fully understand the complexity of the one they did. "I can love you all you'd want, but I'm not wrong that people are going to judge you for it, hate you for it."