That's a hard promise to believe: people are always angry at her for saying things she means honestly. Doesn't matter what, doesn't matter who: it's always like the second she opens her mouth, she's made the wrong choice and has to pay for it.

(She hates that it started to feel easier, in that last week back home - that the words finally started coming, and her spine didn't bow upon thinking them. She misses it, but God, where it all led...not so much.)

At least he corrects to promising to try, and Vanya nods silently, rubbing her palms against her knees.

"Like the Salem witch trials?" She hasn't realized, yet, that she might be meeting some people with wholly different pasts from her. It's a lot to take in.