Hermione felt herself retreating into the recesses of her mind, and one by one she imagined herself shutting down the emotions that would hold her back from killing, the reactions that would cause her to hesitate. It was the same conversation she had with herself at the Battle of Hogwarts and every mission after that where she knew it would get ugly; No empathy. No remorse. Not even pity. It's me or them and I choose me. I will not lose my nerve.