She couldn't tell these kids that their brother died on a cot in the aid station. She couldn't tell them that she didn't know if he fought bravely, or if he'd saved lives before he'd been shot. Hermione couldn't stress the weight of senseless death and the gore of battle on these impressionable civilians. Hermione suddenly understood why commemorative letters decorated the dead soldiers in such a fashion. An involuntary shiver shot up Hermione spine, and she leaned forward to address the children in front of her.