Thinking was getting harder and harder to do, and she found that her thought process had become so fragmented that she couldn't even come up with anything to say. How she felt about Emery was something that required consideration, which needed time - and she didn't have that. Not to mention the fact that Liam was the last person she wanted to discuss said topic with.
The pressure on her throat, however, made it very clear that her silence wouldn't be tolerated. She tried to speak, tried to say something, but he moved too quickly for her to formulate anything more than an intake of breath followed by a whimper of pain. Hannah fought to turn her head away from the wound, almost desperate in her attempt to avoid catching sight of the blood.
Tears filled her eyes, bitter and scalding, but she blinked them away before they could make their way down her cheeks. "I care about him." The words came unbidden now, beyond any semblance of control. "Emery, he-- he's a good man. People pretend to be like him, but most of them are like you on the inside." Her gaze flickered back to Liam for an instant, burning with fearful hatred, before returning to the side. "H-He doesn't do things because he gets something from it, or... or because he wants to look good. He cares, and he's trustworthy and I--" She stopped abruptly, pressing her lips together.
"Is that good enough for you?" Hannah regretted the words as soon as she said them, and her body tensed in preparation for the consequences.