"Remus"
He was moving for the gate and she had to grab his arm to stop him. He seemed intent on escaping.
"Remus, I don't think you should go to America, or wherever it is you plan on going. Not now."
He blinked back at her expressionlessly. But what could she tell him? What reasons could she give him for not going? Hell, she would go herself if not for Frank and Neville, she would quit her job and escape the memories. So who was she to tell him anything? Still, she had to try.
"I know it seems like there's nothing here for you" she said slowly, "But maybe there is and you just can't see it yet."
He continued to look at her as though they were simply strangers passing in the street, as though he too was already gone, just like everyone else, gone, never coming back. Clearly nothing she was saying was working. She sighed in frustration, thinking.
"What about Harry?" she came up with finally. "Someday he'll need someone to tell him the truth, to tell stories about Lily and James, the good ones, to keep them alive for him, to tell him how much they loved him. Who better to do that than you Remus?"
He frowned. "Anyone, Alice, anyone."
"I don't believe that" she said, taking hold of his arm once more as he made to turn away and when he looked at her again his expression was cold.
"I didn't ask you too."