Remus felt sicker than he had felt in months, but for once it wasn't because of the moon. Remus' anger had deflated under the harsh honesty of Sirius' words and for a moment, Remus just looked ill and ashamed.<br/>He had once again clenched his jaw but, this time, he was trying to stop himself from blurting out another spiteful comment that would only serve to push Sirius further away. He didn't want the other to feel responsible for Remus, or feel like Sirius hadn't done everything possible to prevent what, more and more, felt like an unavoidable and early death when his body inevitably gave up. What he really wanted was to reach out for Sirius.<br/>"I have to go," he eventually said, sounding tired. He couldn't stand Sirius continuing down the same trail, and rather than address it he deflected. There was no argument in his voice, unclear whether the defeat in his voice came from their arguments or from long hours with Moody.<br/>Remus shifted his posture a little, feeling uncomfortable having to drag a wolf's temper out of an argument he had come to realize he wouldn't win. The tension in the room was nauseating and it was so much easier to snap back. "I don't have a say in it."