Hermione hears that pause before he mentions "someone's" father, and she can read between the lines. And she wishes, more than anything, that she couldn't. If Anders and other mages, all the other mages all around him, had been abandoned by their parents, how can the non-mages of the world not expect a fair amount of bitterness among them?

"If I had a child here, I wouldn't let anyone take him or her away from me. Loving a child any differently because of magical ability is as senseless as loving them differently because of their athletic ability. A stronger, faster, more agile child could grow up to either be a skilled warrior or a bullying lout. That's why you encourage children to play up to their strengths while teaching them responsibility."

She has stronger feelings about this sort of thing, and knowing that the person she's talking to can directly relate doesn't help matters. So she gives herself a moment to take a breath before looking up at Anders again, pushing aside all of the initial trepidation she'd felt as being in the tent with him.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Anders. That any of the mages had to go through that. And I'm sorry that anything happens to make people think that sort of thing is necessary. But... if I'm going to be here for any extended period of time, then I promise: I'll do what I can to help people realize that just because someone is different doesn't mean that they're dangerous. Mage, rifter, Qunari... abomination."