"Well, I happen to respectfully disagree!" Hermione retorts sharply, peering down the rows of cells towards Inessa. She can't see her clearly, and perhaps that's for the best, given all she's heard. She doesn't want to see Inessa that way. And she refuses to accept a world where Inessa will get to be that way, never mind any of the other good people she's come to know.

"Within these bars, we're doing little else but waiting for death, not just for us but for everyone still suffering." Like Inessa. And Ellana. And the others that she doesn't know, but knows they more than likely don't deserve any of this. "Outside, we at least have a fighting chance. If you don't want to fight for yourself, that's your prerogative. But don't for a moment assume that the rest of us are just going to sit around and stare at one another as we wait for death - or worse - to take us."