"I'm not hurt, Granger. I had interrogations today. Voldemort's orders." He stares at nothingness for a long, silent moment, and then takes another drink, eyes just as dull. Finally he elaborates. "I showed three half-blood traitors what their intestines looked like," he says in a monotone, and Hermione winces. There's some small mercy to the fact that the people he'd tortured were not total innocents, but once on Voldemort's side...but it is a very small mercy. She doubts it makes him feel any less guilty – it certainly doesn't make her feel any less sick. Her desire to leave – and take him with her – intensifies, as she gulps at her drink, before finding her voice.