Re: Remus
"Not physically, at least," Kingsley shrugged, trying to think of something he could say that might sound even remotely convincing. "Tired. Angry. Frustrated. Angry. Did I mention angry? I think I could rip Voldemort apart with my bare hands, right now, if he graced me with his presence."
"Different century, different war," he sighed, "exponential increase in butchery. It doesn't seem to end."
Why did Kingsley suddenly feel like he'd fought enough wars to last several lifetimes?