[ The problem is that Hermione doesn't know how to cope, not really. She's done terrible things and they play in front of her mind more than she can possibly admit, and she loathes herself for it. At the time it was the right choice, the only choice, but now, looking back...
(What other option did she have? Solais could have taken it anyway and left her dead asleep and never let her wake up, she could have kept the Sigil and been poisoned with it, or Reynard could have found her, anything could have happened, but Harry's voice rings in her ears.)
Tilting her head up, she looks up at Winn, trying to draw herself back but not having the will. She's crying, now, and tries to rub her tears away, trying to be stronger and taller. ]
It's not fair. All those people didn't deserve to die, Winn. Not because of me.
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(What other option did she have? Solais could have taken it anyway and left her dead asleep and never let her wake up, she could have kept the Sigil and been poisoned with it, or Reynard could have found her, anything could have happened, but Harry's voice rings in her ears.)
Tilting her head up, she looks up at Winn, trying to draw herself back but not having the will. She's crying, now, and tries to rub her tears away, trying to be stronger and taller. ]
It's not fair. All those people didn't deserve to die, Winn. Not because of me.