Hanna walks silently, hands in his pockets. He's usually not so quiet, but he feels a little sick, thinking about it, what David might want to say. Whether it's just to yell at him, or try and absolve him of his guilt, he doesn't know which one would be worse.

He stops next to him, folding his arms as he leans against the rail, not glancing up when the other man asks his question, just staring out into the abyss of stars.

"I tried, and I failed. If I hadn't tried, then I wouldn't have failed, but it was worth it to try." It was always worth it to try. "Someone has to take the blame for it."