It was like being hit by a train. The McKinnons, Peter, James. James and Lily. And he was... He was...
"No," he whispered, shaking his head violently and reaching out to grab Remus' hand. "No. That, that can't happen. James can't die Remus. James can't die."
He gripped harder, his other hand tangling in his hair.
"And I'm... Why am I in Azkaban Moony? Do the Death Eaters win? Is it all for nothing, does James," he couldn't even finish the sentence. Does James die for nothing.