Ushuaia, 3 February 1980
Dear James,
Perhaps you misunderstand what I'm doing here at the end of the earth. I have not run, nor am I hiding--you're the one whose owls are sent from some undisclosed location. I am here in Patagonia establishing an outpost and training centre--of and for what, I'm not sure. Dumbledore asked if I'd be willing, and I accepted, largely because I felt the rest of you drawing away and thought that perhaps this would give us the distance we all needed.
Apparently it's working quite well for you. Unfortunately, it gives me time to think.
As for "what passed between us," I ask now because at the time you did not appear to be "all right with it." I've long felt that I handled it badly, but obviously it meant something different to me than what it did to you and I've concerned myself for nothing.
As to the awful reality, my reality is always awful. But I am not coming back unless Dumbledore agrees, and I shall not ask for reassignment if my friends prefer that I remain here. Peter and Sirius sound nearly as strange busy as you; Sirius, in fact, can't be arsed to write more than two lines at one go. He mentioned that he might fly down here to see me if he's furloughed--does that mean there's a formal army, and that you all are soldiers? And then what am I
Take care of yourself. All the best to Lily.
yours,
Remus
Perhaps you misunderstand what I'm doing here at the end of the earth. I have not run, nor am I hiding--you're the one whose owls are sent from some undisclosed location. I am here in Patagonia establishing an outpost and training centre--of and for what, I'm not sure. Dumbledore asked if I'd be willing, and I accepted, largely because I felt the rest of you drawing away and thought that perhaps this would give us the distance we all needed.
Apparently it's working quite well for you. Unfortunately, it gives me time to think.
As for "what passed between us," I ask now because at the time you did not appear to be "all right with it." I've long felt that I handled it badly, but obviously it meant something different to me than what it did to you and I've concerned myself for nothing.
As to the awful reality, my reality is always awful. But I am not coming back unless Dumbledore agrees, and I shall not ask for reassignment if my friends prefer that I remain here. Peter and Sirius sound nearly as strange busy as you; Sirius, in fact, can't be arsed to write more than two lines at one go. He mentioned that he might fly down here to see me if he's furloughed--does that mean there's a formal army, and that you all are soldiers? And then what am I
Take care of yourself. All the best to Lily.
yours,
Remus