[Hank pauses. Does the whole “there are probably millions of different Connors and — tragically — Hanks running around in the universe” thing really matter right now? He isn’t sure. Has no idea what will help here.]
Kamski. That motherfucker.
[There’s so much this Connor hasn’t seen, then. So much he doesn’t know. And if he leaned more away from deviancy than the Connor that Hank knew, how close had they managed to get, really?]
I’m glad, Connor. Real glad. [Although Hank’s face isn’t exactly expressing joy at the moment. More anguish as his heart thuds in his chest and his thoughts spiral, because really, how does one bring about a goddamn “moral quandary”? And one that’ll push Connor to deviancy, at that?]
We’ll get you there. [If he said “trust me,” would it matter? Would a promise mean anything? Feel like something?]
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I mean the other you went to Jericho, and...
[Hank pauses. Does the whole “there are probably millions of different Connors and — tragically — Hanks running around in the universe” thing really matter right now? He isn’t sure. Has no idea what will help here.]
Kamski. That motherfucker.
[There’s so much this Connor hasn’t seen, then. So much he doesn’t know. And if he leaned more away from deviancy than the Connor that Hank knew, how close had they managed to get, really?]
I’m glad, Connor. Real glad. [Although Hank’s face isn’t exactly expressing joy at the moment. More anguish as his heart thuds in his chest and his thoughts spiral, because really, how does one bring about a goddamn “moral quandary”? And one that’ll push Connor to deviancy, at that?]
We’ll get you there. [If he said “trust me,” would it matter? Would a promise mean anything? Feel like something?]