You never really know someone. You can spend years next to someone and still not understand why they did what they did. Juliana thought she knew Harry, but she was proven wrong. She's haunted by the memory of him and the things he's capable of doing. She's haunted by the blood on his hands. She's haunted by his warmth, his smile, worst of all she's haunted by the fact she recently just realized. They're more similar than she expected. It's difficult to hate someone so similar to you.