The diplomatic manner in which he mentioned the murders they were ordered to commit as Death Eaters almost made her laugh. Almost. Neither one of them were blameless. Anyone who carried the Mark of the Dark Lord on their arm had at some point bathed in the blood of their enemies. Or in the blood of the innocents. Sometimes they were the same. She knew it wasn't logical to fixate so much on one single murder in her past. Many more had followed Oliver. More than she knew she could ever put a number to. Maybe those who claimed they could remember the face of every single person they ever killed existed, but Hermione wasn't one of them.