I can't tell you anything, lieutenant. It's classified.
[Connor is about to find an edge to cut the string with when Hank stops him. He looks up at Hank and looks frankly pathetic. It's the first time he's seen Hank in over a year and he wants them to return to where they were, but Connor knows his lying is doing nothing to help.
He shuts his eyes for a moment, examines the wall and thinks he may have an answer.]
Perhaps I could tell myself things. And you could happen to be nearby.
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[Connor is about to find an edge to cut the string with when Hank stops him. He looks up at Hank and looks frankly pathetic. It's the first time he's seen Hank in over a year and he wants them to return to where they were, but Connor knows his lying is doing nothing to help.
He shuts his eyes for a moment, examines the wall and thinks he may have an answer.]
Perhaps I could tell myself things. And you could happen to be nearby.