"She'll be fine?" Bill was incredulous. "She's pregnant and you left her! How could she possibly be fine?"
He swallowed down half his pint to keep from grabbing the older bloke and shaking him. "And of all the people you know, I understand what you're thinking," he finally said, voice low. "Weren't you the one who told me while I was still in the infirmary that I couldn't stop living my life? That if I did, then he " - he spat that out, Remus would know who he was talking about - "would win."
For a while, Remus's words, along with Fleur constantly by his bedside, had been the only things that kept him going. The only thing that kept him from running. And now he was coming to see that they were just that, words, empty words that Remus used to keep him there. One hand curled tightly around his pint glass.