Well, good. ‘Cause you’re not getting rid of me that easy. Suppose you can’t tell me about these “compatriots” either, yeah?

[Hank can feel the odd pull, and again he has to mutter and groan about all the bullshit with Aurora’s games.]

You’re killing me, Connor. You keep poking around these things and we’re gonna end up with something even weirder, I fuckin’ guarantee.