[It takes an awful lot for Hawke to be completely gobsmacked. She's seen so much over the course of her life that almost nothing surprises her anymore. But here she is, completely thrown and unsure as to what to say.]

I heard you. The words individually make sense. Just not together. What do you mean - how are you two years ahead of me? [And a cold, clammy feeling settles in her chest as she considers his last words.] Why was it in vain?