Hanna pulls his lower lip between his teeth, chewing at it as he listens. That casual demeanor is gone, what's replaced it is the discomfort paired with an flood of sympathy. His foot shifts forward, sliding under Arthur's knee for the contact of it, and the way he listens is far more focused than the distracted sort of way he's held himself around the Barge.

"Parts of you fed John humanity." Sokie had told him as much, and he's glad for it, that John could grow into who he is because of Arthur's influence. It's a rather beautiful thing, changing your nature like that. "I don't use the word monster lightly, but it's easy to, when you look at what people are capable of, what they do to each other, whether it be out of hate, madness or...love." He catches Arthur's eyes, "It takes a special person to do that, and I'm sorry you've been through it. It only takes a moment, to open your eyes to what exists in the world, and ninety-nine times out of a hundred, it's horrifically awful."