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REMUS LUPIN IS A MFING PACIFIST : A narration of some of Remus’s thoughts after he found out why Sirius finally ran away
Remus never really knew when he got angry. Maybe it was when he was bitten, maybe it was when his dad first told him he was a monster, hell, maybe it started when he was born with the name Lupin. But he was angry and has been for as long as he can remember.
He never really understood why people did what they did. Why didn’t they choose not to hurt others? Why choose to hurt others when they could choose to help? Why did his dad choose to hurt the beasts when he could guide them? Why did his dad choose to treat his son as he treats the beasts?
The frustration suffocates him (it doesn’t blind him, he won’t ever let it blind him, he refuses to choose the easy way out, he refuses to choose to hurt others, he won’t be like his dad, he won’t be like the bigots, he won’t be a monster). The frustration makes him want to scream and smash something and pound his chest and demand to be heard.
If he—a so-called monster—could choose to use his clawed hands to be gentle over and over and over again, why couldn’t the ‘humans’? They say they’re so much better than he is because they're human, but how can they be? They choose to use their soft hands to hurt over and over and over again. Shouldn’t they be able to say “fuck it, there’s enough violence in the world already, I’m going to be gentle”? Remus did that when he was 13, so why couldn’t they?
Remus wants to tear and punch and claw those assholes trying to pass themselves off as parents. But he doesn’t. He can, but he actively chooses not to. Why can’t full-grown adults do that? Choose to be gentle.