“Sorry isn't good enough. Your guilt isn't good enough. I need you to feel it too. I trusted you with every last secret. I offered you every piece of me. What else have I got now? I could bash your teeth in so you choke on them, I could wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze, I could rip you to pieces. I could. You fucking bastard.” Remus cries, his hands thrown in the air stressing every bit of profoundness the world has to offer. "I-I trusted you." He chokes.