Knowing she had read everything that she could several times, Hermione gathered up all of the papers into a single pile. Maybe it was unhealthy to cling to remnants of the destruction her actions could cause to innocent people she actually managed to care about, but she didn't care. She pushed every single scrap of parchment into her beaded bag. Even if she never read them again, she needed to keep them as a reminder. She couldn't accept assistance from anyone. She couldn't trust anyone.