When he saw Remus' reaction to his touch, Regulus moved closer. They were in a strange position, but he still tried to but an arm around his lover. "If you don't like your knees so much and are willing to let go of them, I could touch you better," he said, teasingly. "Come on, you don't have to stay away, unless you want to." Although from the reaction, he didn't think Remus did mind.
"I'm not ashamed of you, Remus. I think you people, and I do mean every single one of you, is missing the point. I think all of the training is going to get them killed, because they are being cuddled and there's so much understanding that it makes me puke," he said. "They are civilians, not fighters, that's what Moody says, like the Death Eater are going to ask what their job they did before this fight. " He sighed, because he still thought he was right, but he hated to see Remus so sad. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't… oh fuck that, someone should have, but the point is that I wasn't trying to attack you or say that I was disappointed in you. I think that your teaching represents a type of mentality that it's prevalent in this castle and in the Order. I also think that this people don't have time to be trained properly so you need to scare them into killing and quickly."
When Remus finally let go of his knees, Regulus adjusted his hold. "No, I haven't. I've seen you protect yourself and others. I haven't seen you really fight. I understand – now – what you were trying to do, but I still think you're going about the wrong way. All of you. They aren't good enough to stay safe if they are attacked. That's the end of it. No amount of teaching will make them good enough to oppose people who've been studying the Dark Arts and love pain and death. You have to teach them to kill before they are killed. You have to show them how to fight dirty and how to hide, how to hit without being seen them. You have to show them that it's not just okay to play dirty, but it's the only way. "
"Then take their wands away, and let them kill the pigeons or something. They can have them for dinner. Take their wands away and hex them until they get upset enough to hex you back. Fear and pain are the best motivators. How do you think I've learnt most of what I know? My parents hex me until I knew how to shield. They taught me how to hex back not because I wanted to learn because it spared me from being hexed. Bella's training gave me an extra incentive to learn. You might not like it, but it's so bloody affective."
He kissed Remus' cheek, smiling. "You aren't a nobody and he's not that good, but they don't know that. Putting him down again and again would have gotten their attention even more, knowing that you can put him down so easily and quickly would have attracted their attention even more. Watching you stop him with simple spells would have made a better lesson. That was my point, Remus. You're adjusting what you do to fit what you think they want instead of showing them what's reality like. You had so many openings, so many chances to block him physically and magically and you didn't take them. Do you really want them to know that if you don't know him and he doesn't trust you, you can't win? Or do you want them to know that you can beat him easily, because you know what you're doing. Especially when none of the Death Eaters would fall for that. They'd cast the killing curse and move onto someone else."