Hermione listens to Anders quietly as he tries to explain all this, tries to break it down in a way that she can digest. But she doesn't want to digest it; all it does is nauseate her, makes her feel a little more vehement about the fact that something could have been done. And really, she has no idea what it's like to be possessed. Who's to say that all of that vehemence won't attract a demon of her own?

At least she'd get an answer as to whether or not Anders would deal with her the same way he had that child.

"There's a difference between being dead and being lost," she murmurs softly. "One doesn't always imply the other. Anyone can find their way back home again, with the proper map and compass. Or guide, if someone is willing to show them the way. But we didn't guide him. We just pushed at him, despite knowing that there was something just under the surface. However you look at it, he's dead because we killed him."

Even if all Hermione might be guilty of is inaction rather than of actual violence. Given the end result, it's still just as bad.