The idea of an organization so vile and widespread that it continued throughout the decades despite most civilized people knowing about how awful it is really doesn't do much to comfort Hermione. True, very few people would ever come out in support of Nazism in this day and age, and if they would, they'd at the very least be scorned to hell and back. But the fact that some people simply can't evolve past hate... it hurts, especially when such hatred is evident even here, in a completely different world with a completely different history.

"There are the occasional stories that get categorized under 'human interest'," Hermione explains. "About couples who'd met during the war or families who'd been separated by it and reunited years later. From what I know, many of the survivors have gone on to lead full lives. I can't speak for how easily they'd recovered, if they ever did at all."

Clearing her throat, she looks up at Leliana with a friendly sort of expression, even if she doesn't think smiling is technically appropriate right at this moment. "It's all right. I had no personal stake in that war in terms of my ancestry; it's just... hard not to be affected by it when you stop to really think what things must have been like at that time. The war I'd just been through seems so small in comparison. But then, no war is really 'small,' or else it wouldn't be called war at all."