Some moments after Sirius sat down, Remus did the same, directly across from him. At some point in his life, Remus had been a shy boy who didn't open up much. He worried about what people might think of him, that he was weird, or they wouldn't like him for being a werewolf. Eventually that all fell away, whether it was a landscape or just growing up and realizing that he didn't have to worry about it. Now he could say what was on his mind and still manage to stare at Sirius with wide, honest eyes that took in every word he heard.
"I know," he agreed softly. "I don't know if I can say that I wouldn't have done the same. If we'd lost, I doubt either of us wouldn't put some blame on ourselves." And then the world would have been horrible until another hope came along. But Harry had been the key, it seemed, so Remus wondered if there would ever be some hope. That's why they fought; that's why he would have fought.
"But...You're right. Without a war, that's how it would be." So maybe he wasn't destined for anything like that. "I'm trying. I want to be there for all of them, so I talked to Theo and I think it's good. Eris still worries me but I think we would get along well." He already loved every kid of his alternate selves. He knew Sirius had plenty of experience in this department and that's why he had brought it up.