"They will," agreed Remus, and he sighed. He'd lived most of his life hoping to see change. He could die before seeing anything done about Werewolf rights, which was not exactly surprising, though it sobered him. He thought of his child.
"That's why we must fight this war," he said finally. "To see that changes - necessary changes - take place."
He pushed his chair back too, standing up and grabbing Robards' hand. "It was nice meeting you, too. Best of luck to you." Remus rather thought he'd need it.