Tonks shivered as he got to his feet, abandoning her on their small, dilapidated couch. She tried to keep his hands, but when he would not grasp back, what was there to truly hold? Her own hands trembled as she finally released his palms, not wanting to let him pull away, but she had to. She loved him too much to keep him a prisoner. He was a prisoner of his condition, of the ministry's hate, of people's fear. He would not be a prisoner of her love, no matter how sick it made her feel.
"My parents are wrong. The ministry is wrong, Remus. This is everything Dumbledore fought against. The reason the Order even exists, is so children like ours do not have to live in fear! You won't give up the fight, I know you won't. Why would you give up the very thing you're fighting for? Remus. Please... don't leave me. I don't know... what I'll do... without you." Tonks' voice cracked out quietly, but she knew she was losing the battle.
She could scream, fight, struggle, rant, rave, do everything possible to keep him there, but it would not help. She could see it in her eyes. He would slip out in the night if not now, he would not stay, no matter how hard she fought. She stood quietly before him, something inside her going very still and very cold as she waited for his response, hoping he would take that last chance. Hoping she was wrong.