[Remus stumbles again, taking a few unsteady steps backward as the wind is knocked straight out of him. Again. His eyes narrow up at Crown, and he holds up a hand, coughing violently and trying to catch his breath.]
You- you know... I may-- may just not be... [Remus coughs again.] ...cut out for this.
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You- you know... I may-- may just not be... [Remus coughs again.] ...cut out for this.