"That never stops being true. I think every generation had that time when they berate anyone different for any reason. The more they fear it, the more they mock it." Remus looked up at the sky, staring at the half-moon. He went silent for a time, still wrestling with his own emotions.

"Oh," he finally said when he decided, "yes, I did." He took a slow breath. "I knew a young man who loved another, but it wasn't returned. ...Not any easy life to live."