Hanna knew what she wanted to say, which was it's a liar. The haunting in their bloodstream wanted them to make these mistakes, to ruin their own lives — and sometimes it was hard to see the best path forward. Or maybe it was not the haunting lying to her — it was just her jumbled thoughts trying to make sense out of the hell they had to deal with. Regardless, she smiled thinly at him and said, "I'll do my best," knowing mistakes were likely inevitable.