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[As the camera clicks on, those who know Remus will notice how tired he looks. Not simply as if he hasn't gotten a night's sleep, but truly exhausted-- as if he's been on a long journey, or suffered some great hardship. The circles beneath his eyes are too dark, and there's a long pink scar forming on his right cheek.

Still, he gives the camera a smile, albeit a tired and nervous one.]

Ah-- hello. I do hope this is working properly; I haven't precisely had much practice with cameras. But-- yes. My name is Remus Lupin, and, as most of you know, I've been technically on-board the Tranquility for some months now. However, I've no memory of this-- really, it's as if this is my first month. So please, if I knew you but you haven't heard from me in a while, it's nothing to do with you, I assure you.

[The smile fades now.]

Which brings me to my second point. I've, ah, heard it said that I was rather free with this information, so I suppose it's no longer a secret. But--

[He glances behind him uncertainly, as if seeking support from someone unseen, and then nods.]

Well. I'm a werewolf. No jokes, please, I assure you I've heard them all. And-- well, we're taking every safety precaution we know, Sirius and I, but-- just so you know. I'll post up what days I'm dangerous, simply so no one stops by my room while I'm changed.

[He gives them a thin smile.]

And finally: a simple question. How many people, precisely, have duplicates or twins aboard the ship? Not biologically, I mean, but-- people who look like that, for no discernible reason at all.

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Not particularly, I'm afraid. If anyone got too near me, I would at best change them into a werewolf, and at worst kill them. I'm far better off locking myself into my room and having Sirius lock the door with-- ah, with magic.

Ergo, then, what we can do is stay clear of your room at times such as that.

I-- suppose, yes. Although if you'll note I did say that in the video . . .

Well - yes.

[Now he sounds a bit disappointed.]

Sorry. Er-- did I know you before?

It's Miles Edgeworth. We spoke when you first arrived.

Oh-- oh! Oh, yes, I-- sorry. Yes. Absolutely I remember, sorry, I simply-- it's been sort of a chaotic few weeks. My mind isn't where it ought to be. Sorry.

[WHATEVER, REMUS.]

My point was simply that this is an affliction. You shouldn't be apologizing; rather, we should be at your service, as we should be at the service of anyone here who needs assistance.

Oh. Well, it's more a curse than an actual disease, but--

[He looks rather uncertain, as if Miles might be playing a joke on him.]

That's very nice of you to say so. Thank you.

There is nothing of kindness in it. We're too disparate in this place, and too reluctant to provide assistance. That should change.

It's still a rather kind thought.

[Wow now he feels really bad for forgetting his name.]

Do you have werewolves, then, where you're from?

No; nothing of the sort.

Well-- my gratitude still stands, in any case. Are you faring well? I rather rushed off after you showed me around, I'm sorry--

You don't have to apologize. There was rather a lot going on. In any case, there are more important topics to discuss than my welfare, which is ultimately altogether irrelevant.

Not to me it isn't.

Well -

[That brings him up short. He'd expected a such as what, not any sort of resistance.]

It isn't to me.

Your-- what? Your own welfare isn't-- what?

I mean -

[He struggles for a moment.]

It's not any worthy topic of conversation.

Really? Why not? It's not as if we're under attack or something.

Because...there are...more interesting and important things.

Such as?

[Precisely. There.

...He's forgotten which topic he was going to cite earlier. So, in a desperate grasp:]

The - inequity which no doubt faces people in your situation.

. . . well. You only had to say, if you wanted to know about that sort of thing. Would you like to know about the proposed laws, or the lack of education?

[Oh thank God.]

Both, if you would not mind.

Well. There are proposed laws-- not yet passed-- to try and tag and track us all. To know where we are, to know what we do, what jobs we apply for, et cetera. It would also require me to carry a card that would identify who and what I am.

As for education-- well. There's a reason I'm rather used to keeping my curse a secret.