"It's not dedication, it's necessity," Remus corrected, crossing his arms across his chest. He felt himself grow restless, and the gesture was meant as a way to keep his hands still. The comment was, however, earnest. Remus didn't consider him dedicated to anything, not at much as he was under an immense amount of pressure.<br/>Despite being well aware of just how shitty his school years were, and were going to continue being, Remus' voice hadn't fallen fallen back into a spiteful tone. Instead, it remained surprisingly matter of factly. "Sink or swim, you know?"