"Sirius has an excellent flair for hyperbole," Remus remarks fondly, shaking his head at the thought. But it does something funny in his chest, warms something afraid and cold, something wistful. They have so much ground to cover, so many things to suss out, but Radar's comments give him some modicum of hope that a pathway to repair might lie somewhere in his future.

"Korea? 1951? Goodness, I suppose you've come a long way then. Those portals don't seem to mind who they grab from when, then." He lets out a breath, a little overwhelmed and tired, still. "Drafted. A war? I suppose I came from one myself."