[Sinclair looks down too and gently leans in to rest his forehead against Hani's]

...thank you, Hani. [warm, gentle] I love you. And I love the way you see the world. So...when you go to speak to Fandaniel, when you speak to Lily...I hope you can do it with your heart true to everything you are. Fandaniel thinks I have the stench of death. Me, Mithrun Oria...and maybe he's right. [Death seemed to be interwoven in the memories he's written in his journals, bestowed to him in Michel's letter]..but you're different to him.

[He believes in Hani, and whatever choices Hani wants to make]