[She shakes her head at him. That's not what she's getting at. Of all things, she's not offended by however he may think of their exchanges. Those feelings are his own and whatever they may be, they are real to him. That's all that really matters. If she were so insulted, so spurned, she cannot imagine she would stay here, in this moment with him, any longer than necessary.

So instead, she lifts a hand as if just to wordlessly ease his concern. Reassurance is not her forte. Comforting others is not something she's particularly good at and she has no reason to start acting any differently. When he reflects her words back at herself, she thinks about how she means to more properly convey the message.]

It is important that we are honest with ourselves about what we want. Our errors. Even if we are not open with others about them, we ought to be with ourselves. In your world, in mine, Hans, the only person guaranteed to be with you is... you. Make peace with yourself. You do not have to be proud of things you have said or done, but accept the parts of yourself that may be difficult to see, or that you may not wish to. You deserve to be a whole person, not to play a role that you think others expect of you.

[Or... that he may expect of himself. Today, she certainly has shared a lot of guidance that she ought to take.]