Antonin claimed he was just playing a part, but his performance was further evidence in Hermione's mind that that was only partially true. It saddened her to imagine that there would never be a day that she could sit and enjoy a long conversation with her old friend. Thorfinn used to be such a bright spot in her day. After Hannah's death, she feared that he wouldn't be able to come out of his grief. He would probably die long before he was supposed to. It was nothing more than yet another fucking tragedy in her life she was powerless to prevent.