"Your life is different than mine," Remus said tightly, draining the rest of his whiskey. "And my kind, Bill - my kind, not your kind - don't--" He swallowed thickly and looked over at Bill. "We don't have children. I don't think you do know what I'm thinking."
He expected that it would take time for people to understand his reasoning, and hoped that they were all allowed as much. "I've made her an outcast. You think it's bad, how you're treated now. Think of how it will be for Tonks once they find out she's carrying a beast's child? A cub, they'll call it. And if it is, Bill?" His voice cracked with self-loathing, though he felt more anger about it now than he did before. "What if it is? She may be angry with me now, but she'll hate me when it experiences its first full moon. Greyback takes great pleasure in infecting children so that he can raise them with his views. I never wanted that! I'd never wish this on anyone, let alone my own child!" His voice rang out through the dark pub at his last, and Aberforth looked over at them with a frown.