[Hayley moved awkwardly to sit beside him on the bed, ensuring some space between them, not entirely certain how to respond. She had expected him to admit to killing the guy himself or to killing Tarantula after, not Dick's being raped in his moment of utter meltdown. The girl silently vowed to take care of Catalina if she ever set foot on this ship, but meanwhile, Hayley was having trouble thinking of a reason why telling her had been a good idea. She certainly didn't want to talk about it, even after telling Capa.

And so they sat, Dick staring at the wall and Hayley alternating between the wall and Dick, for minutes on end before she finally opted for the cliche response, knowing it had helped her a little.]

"It's not your fault. You're probably thinking about what you could have done, how you could have stopped it. Maybe if you'd been a little more.. whatever. Stronger, alert, outspoken. Maybe it wouldn't have happened. But it would have, and it did. And you have to realize that there's nothing you could have done to change that, or you'll never move on." [Hayley spoke from experience and she couldn't help that a little bit of that sort of empathy slipped into her tone. She believed the words for the most part; she only regretted not killing her father before she died.] "And it doesn't make you anything. You're not a victim and you're not worthless and you're not weak or emasculated or anything like that. She took advantage of you."