Caradoc glanced at Hermione, who seemed quite adamant she was going to stare at the parchment in her lap and not at either man. He began to nod as his eyes returned to Octavius, "It's very true. I hope, sincerely, that this generation coming up won't have to fight for long, but it is their fight too. Perhaps more their fight than mine and my generation, but just because they were raised in it doesn't mean the state of the world is right," Caradoc ran a hand over his hair slowly, "It would kill me to think this generation - Hermione, Harry and Orion's and even yours Octavius - would be too impassive to care. They need to care now, before it's too late. Before their homes are destroyed, their parents killed, friends murdered in front of them. Before Death Eaters hunt them down, before some of them get sired by rogue vampires in back alleys or mauled by werewolves deluded by Fenrir Greyback."
Hermione glanced up a little, eyeing Caradoc closely. Caradoc's own eyes were now on his lap, and his hands were clenching eachother a little tightly as he continued, "Myself and my generation failed you all. We were ambitious and had heart, but were naive to the world around us and to the true horrors we could face. It took our parents being murdered, our children being threatened and in my case my own life being taken to see just how dark the world was and how far our society had to fall. This is our mess to clean up, another reason I still fight, and I don't want anyone else to have to realize far too late just how dark the world is. If the elders of the Order can do anything, I'm hoping it is impart the knowledge of just how bad things are and how badly things need to change."