The issue of having scathing, sandpapery dad residue on one's soul. Also growing up with 80s cop show reruns.
"Yeah, I'll put it up here and send you a text with some food cart rec. That'll be believable enough."
Hank crosses his arms, frowning hard. "We'll have a couple of people for him to work with. I mean... Somehow there are actual kids here. I don't know if they're born all fucked up by the head or if he lets 'em grow up a little and then does it to them, but they shouldn't have to live their whole lives like this."
"Honestly, if it comes down to that-" which he doesn't want it to, but, "-I'd rather just EMP the whole city. Shut off the power grid. Shutting down the power grid gets the people too. That's why we didn't see 'em out on the street the night of the black-out. It wouldn't hurt 'em. They wouldn't even notice."
He doesn't want it to come to that, though. And the idea of doing that would tear him up. It'd save them. Maybe stop new people from coming in for a while.
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"Yeah, I'll put it up here and send you a text with some food cart rec. That'll be believable enough."
Hank crosses his arms, frowning hard. "We'll have a couple of people for him to work with. I mean... Somehow there are actual kids here. I don't know if they're born all fucked up by the head or if he lets 'em grow up a little and then does it to them, but they shouldn't have to live their whole lives like this."
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He nodded, though, crossing his arms in kind. "It's unfortunate, and we'll do what we can to spare them, but this is war."
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He doesn't want it to come to that, though. And the idea of doing that would tear him up. It'd save them. Maybe stop new people from coming in for a while.
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