Hawke wishes she had any platitudes to give, but there aren't any. If anyone understands the utter unfairness of the universe, it's her. She knows what it is, to try everything in your power, and still fail. She holds him whether he breaks or not, still stroking his hair comfortingly. "I wish I had something to say that would make it all better, but the truth is that no matter how hard we try, no matter how much we mean it, we can't always keep the promises we make, because we're only one person. We can't control the worlds we live in. We can only do our best and live with the aftermath."

She sighs and closes her eyes, her other hand rubbing his back. "The only thing that keeps me sane anymore is attempting to be the person that the ones I lost believed me to be. The best version of myself, in their honor. I don't always manage, but again. Only a person here." A flawed one at that. She isn't sure if this is going to be helpful, because he's deep into grief, and trying to move forward from there is impossible. She speaks from experience, not because she is comparing them really, just the way grief has functioned for her.

"But don't stop yourself from grieving, Tony. If you don't let it out, it'll own you."