Remus was wondering where his logic had run off to. That tiny little voice that usually told him to get up, turn around, and just walk away. Granted, it never really worked, especially when it came to his friends, but it had always been there, nagging. Now he could hear.. nothing.
Somehow it was more overwhelming than the voices.
"...Why me?" he asked hoarsely, in a voice that sounded suddenly too old, and too tired.