Remus looked down at his hands, running his fingertips over the bandages. Neville wasn't going to take him at his word, wasn't going to listen to him. Unfairly, he resented it — he wanted to be believed, wanted to not be responsible, not have this hanging over him, but this wasn't something he was able to escape.
"Maybe," he said quietly. He quickly tried to add onto that just so it didn't sound like he was weaseling out of the question again: "I think so. I think ... it was chaos. There were mountain lions that attacked, I fought them off of Pad — Sirius and James, and then I went chasing them ... I think there was a person."
He paused, and swallowed hard. "I know there was a person."