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Previously on "Killjoys"...

This isn't her ship. It's her prison.

Aneela's abilities with the Green
are unlike anyone else's.

We watch her. We learn from her.

The Hullen have existed
for thousands of years.

Did you really think the power
structure ended with Aneela?

Turin, open the door!

If you unlock that door,
he's gonna kill us all.

He is not one of us!

Cardiff was all over my ass,

and I let myself doubt.

You're one of the good ones, Fancy.

You're not.

Ohron is home of the Ferran,

the most badass
outlaw mercenaries in the J.

When the Hullen come,
the Ferran will answer.

These ships are key to reaching Aneela.

And so far, they only respond to D'Avin.

I just figured out what Khlyen

was protecting in the Remnant.

Brains. Micro slices of a neocortex.

It's where memories are stored.

- Whose brains?
- It's a close match

to you.

All right, boys and girls.

Strap in, put on some smooth jazz,

and welcome to our first
flight maneuvers test run.

Nice and easy.

These ships are running organic tech

that we don't fully understand yet,

but with my fancy glove controllers

spliced with D'Av's DNA,

those controls should be your bitch.

- You sound jealous, Jaqobis.
- You sound bored.

Wanna kick things up with
a little delta five formation?

Oh, you know I do.

Synchronizing telemetry.

Ten, nine...

Eight, seven...

The hells, Elis?

I didn't do anything.
She just moved on her own.

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

- Everything looks normal.
- I thought you worked out the bugs.

- What's wrong?
- I told you, I don't know.

- Well, figure it out!
- Hey!

Give him some space.

Now.

Break left! Break left!

Son of a bitch!

The system's not responding.

Are you seeing this?
It's like they're in sync.

No. They aren't in sync.

They're mirroring each other.

When one breaks right,
the other one breaks left.

Okay, you two, listen close.

We think your controls are in
some sort of feedback loop.

- Oh, tits.
- Listen to me, every move

you make is affecting the other ship,

so pick a parallel trajectory

and stay the course, now.

Oh, shit, he's coming for me.

- What do I do?
- Pull up! Pull up!

Ten zero niner, are you there?

Ten zero niner, come in.

Ten zero niner, do you copy?

There are no life signs.

God damn it!

You told us you could fly these things.

This is on you.

We gotta say something to the team.

- Hold morale.
- Morale?

If you're the only one
who can control these ships,

then we have no fleet.
If we have no fleet,

- then we have no chance.
- I know.

Dutch should have been here for this.

Dutch kind of took off last night.

- What?
- I didn't want to say

anything in front of Turin.

I figured she just took Lucy...

get some space, clear her head.

When I went to get her for
the flight test this morning,

she still wasn't back.

Look, you need to talk to her.

I've tried. You're better at it than me.

Maybe because I don't try and kiss her

right before a tragic funeral.

- Sweet move, by the way.
- Hey, that was her move.

Point stands. Do your
"best friend power twins" thing.

Talk her back.

Lucy, coordinates on Dutch, please.

Lucy?

Hey, did you rewrite Lucy's
access codes to block John?

I don't want him finding us.

Oh, yeah. I Zephed all over his Jaqobis.

I Zephed on it hard.

What exactly is this shit?

Ah, don't shake the brains!

Sorry, micro slices of a neocortex

with chemically encoded memories.

What makes you think
these are Aneela's memories?

Your face, kinda?

The sections of genome
I was able to analyze

are virtually identical
to yours but Hullen.

And we only know one
Hullen bitch who looks like you,

so, Ta-da, deduction.

And you think
you can help me relive them?

When I route the neurons
back through your hippocampus,

your brain should process them
just like any other memory.

What?

You have done this before, right?

I've read about it.

Twice.

Good.

'Cause I like being first.

Whoa.

What is this place?

Defunct Company lab.
Still has all the toys I need.

Look, um,

I really don't know
what putting Hullenized shit

in your brain will do to you.

Are you sure you want to risk it?

The Hullen destroyed
three of our allied RACs

because of a fight I started.

- Okay, but...
- I don't know how to win, Zeph.

What's gonna happen when she
actually arrives at the Quad?

How do I fight her?

I don't know.

Neither do I,

but I knew Khlyen.

He was protecting me from Aneela.

If he was hiding
those memories and sent D'Av

to go and get them,
then they're meant for me.

Maybe they'll tell me
her weakness, her endgame,

something I can use to win.

What about the boys?
Shouldn't they be a part of this?

Do you miss them?

No. Whatever. Kind of.

Do they talk about me?

I'll tell the Jaqobis
everything once there's

something to tell, but for now,

it's between us girls.

Like, a...

- slumber party.
- Aww.

But also, you really need friends.

How's this gonna work?

The neurons will enter your
brain through the optic nerve.

From there, they'll travel
through the temporal lobe

to your hippocampus.

Since you're not encoded
in the memories,

it should probably feel a bit like

watching someone else's dream.

I'll be tracking the electrical
impulses in your cortex,

so I should be able
to steer you through them

kind of like a memory road map.

I hope.

Just tell me when.

When.

Okay.

Try not to move.

This is your fault, you know?

There has to be another way.

I have to remove your memories
to keep them out of the Green.

No one can ever know what you've done,

or she will come for you.

Now...

Let's begin.

Aneela?

I'm running away.

Yes, I see that.

A little fuel for your journey?

I don't want to leave here.

My friends are here. Mommy's here.

Your mother will visit us.

- I hope.
- She says you're a fool.

What's that one?

Arkyn.

Qresh is sinking, Neely.

The ocean's are rising.

Once people realize that,
war and strife will come.

Now, if we stay here,

I can offer you
your piece of a dying empire.

But if we go...

I can give you a whole new world.

Now, how many
Qreshi fathers can do that?

Khlyen is from Qresh?

Is that helpful?

Helps me understand why he was always

such a pompous git, I guess.

That memory's too old.

They're not even Hullen yet.

I don't want home movies.
I want strategy.

I want to know what Khlyen was hiding.

Can you pull me forward, please?

Yeah, but there's only so long
I can keep you in there

before Aneela's neurons
attach to your cells

- and start replicating.
- I know the risks, Zeph.

Copy that.
Making neurons my bitch in five...

Aneela?

What have you done?

I've been experimenting.

Like father, like daughter.

This is not the legacy I had in mind.

There's something wrong with the way

the plasma bonds with the human bodies.

It's... inefficient.

If I can't fix them,
how will I ever fix me?

Where are you getting these ideas?

You don't need fixing.

Liar!

The plasma perfects or kills.

Why not me?

Why do I still feel so much?

I don't know.

Did I ever tell you
the story about the boy

with two wolves in his heart?

You can't fix me with stories.

When the days were deep,

an old man was teaching
his grandson about life.

"A fight is going on inside me,"
he told the young boy.

"A terrible fight between two wolves.

"One is anger, envy, and self-pity.

"Everything that is bad in the world.

The other wolf is good."

No one can live with a heart

that's at war with itself, Aneela.

If you want to feel whole, let go.

Our human lives are gone,

but our future...

Is endless.

Does the Green speak to you too?

No.

- What does it say?
- She.

What does she say?

That I can't trust you anymore.

Which wolf are you, Papa?

Where's your better half?

- Which one?
- The one that wears the pants.

You know Dutch doesn't
tell me everything, right?

Did she tell you she enlisted
a bunch of Ferran hippies

as troopers for Khlyen's ships,

which... oh, happy day... it turns out
we don't know how to fly?

Here's a riddle:

how are we supposed to defend ourselves

against a goddamn armada
with no aerial capability?

- We're sitting ducks.
- We're working on it.

John thinks they're designed
to be flown in unison

like birds in migration
or a hive of bees.

Does he know how
to pilot a hive of bees?

He does not.

Where is Dutch?

Wow. Okay. Question of the day.

Dutch is sorry
that she couldn't be here.

She's on a mission.

We came a long way to fight in her war.

Lachlan gave his oath to her,
not to the RAC.

And Dutch honors that oath.

She'll be back by morning.
I give you my word.

When wifey gets back,
tell her it's all gone to shit.

- But you need to find Fancy.
- Fancy?

Fancy was Khlyen's right-hand man.

He's gotta know how to fly those ships.

We're not exactly friendly
at the moment,

so go be charming and shit.

- Did you get all that?
- Kinda.

Dutch is still missing,
the sky is falling,

and you have to be charming, so...

- We're probably all gonna die.
- Yeah.

Basically.

Where's Zeph? Have you found her yet?

Oh, Zeph's gone.

She took off with
some of her research files

last night right before
Lucy went silent.

Well, that is definitely a coincidence.

Can't you make Lucy
give us some coordinates?

Someone's locked me out of her system,

and Dutch is the only one
with the override codes.

Johnny, is the Remnant still there?

No.

Shit.

They took it. What are you thinking?

Remember what Zeph said
before the funeral?

Something about being able
to inject whatever was inside?

Looks like Zeph extracted
neurons from the sample.

She was working on a way
to implant them in someone.

Yeah, someone like Dutch.

Okay. Enough.
We have to find her and stop this.

I'll find Dutch.

I've got an offsite clone
of Lucy's drive,

and I will find a back way in.

Now, you find a way to get those ships

operational and calm everyone's tits

before this whole army
falls apart at the seams.

How? I'm not the tit whisperer.

You are today. Turin's right.
Go sweet-talk Fancy.

If anyone knows Khlyen's tricks, it's him.

Here we go...

Ready?

Yes.

Dragon and...

- Rooster.
- Rooster beats dragon.

One day, I am going to win.

I very much hope so.

How are plans going with Qresh?

They've struck our family line
from the record,

which feels a bit rude.

The other nine families are at war,

deciding how to answer
our Hullen ultimatum.

Once they're over this
last little temper tantrum,

we'll come to terms
and proceed with our plans

to colonize the Quad.

We can go home again?

Perhaps.

Don't go. I hate it when you go.

Aneela, we've talked about this.

I always come back.

And you have everything you need.

You know I don't. You took it away!

Where did you get that peach?

Who's been visiting you?

You're not the only one with secrets.

I'm sorry. I take it back.

Don't go!

It's safer for you here,

until I understand how to help you.

You know what will help me.

Give me what I need, Papa.

The Green.

Don't leave me!

Don't leave me!

No!

Mercy.

- Mercy.
- Hey!

This a fetish thing,
or can anybody play?

Nope.

We need your help, Fancy.

Coming to me instead of Mommy...

- That's a first.
- We tried flying Khlyen's ships

in formation this morning.

Lost two good pilots in the attempt.

I'm sorry to hear that.

- War's a bitch.
- Yeah, but you usually aren't.

Look, Fancy,

without these ships,
Aneela hands us our asses.

You're too good a man to want that.

What are we missing?

When the ships come into proximity,

they form a neuro-link,

so a single pilot can control the fleet.

Okay. Is this offensive or defensive?

Both. You can take any ship out

without losing formation.

So can you teach us
how to fly them as a unit?

You, maybe. A basic human? No.

Your brain needs
to have been Hullen-wired

- for it to work.
- Whoa, "have been"?

So can the Cleansed
pilot these ships for us?

Don't get excited.

Most of us are just trying
to figure out what it means

to be human again.

Not everyone wants to fight.

34 ships, 34 pilots.

That's all I need.

I'll ask around.

- One condition.
- Anything.

Have our back.

Cleansed have taken a lot
of shit from Killjoys lately.

It's not right.

Of course.

Come on, Lucy, baby.

I may not know where your body is,

but I can import
your A.I. logs like a beast.

I'm gonna have your brain up
and running here in no time.

Ah-ah-ah.

- Shit-balls.
- Nice try, Jaqobis,

but if you're getting this
message, then you've failed.

I found the back door
you wrote into Lucy's code,

and I shut that shit down.

God damn it, Zeph.

Dutch gave me orders to lock you out,

but you gave me orders
to think of the team,

so this is me doing both.

I wrote a fail-safe into the program.

You're my fail-safe.

Good things do not come
in small packages.

What is this? Math?

You coming at me with math, Zephyr?

Well, you better come correct.

I estimate it should take you

seven hours to decode this message.

If things go well,
we'll be back long before then.

If things go wrong, crack this code

and regain access to Lucy's system

so you can save the day.

And also, Dutch.

Hallowed be her name.

Don't let us down.

Please.

Okay, I skipped around a bit.

Anything yet?

She's alone.

When the nights were long

and the days were deep,

there lived a girl in a tower.

All girls are filled with magic.

So bit by bit,

day by day,

year by year...

the girl saved her magic

and hid it from the man...

Until she could escape her tower.

She's stubborn as shit,
but she's not stupid.

Dutch is doing this for a reason.

Any luck tracking her down?

Zeph killed all my access codes

and borked up all of Lucy's security.

You're saying she outsmarted you.

If you want to get technical
and be kind of a dick.

Look, I don't care how
you get her back. Just do it.

I'll try to convince the Ferran to stay.

I hate today.

Nice fur.

What is that? Varmint?

Drowning your sorrows already, huh?

Well, it's war o'clock.

We all have our
coping mechanisms, I guess.

- Puppies.
- Hmm?

I like puppies.

Just really get in there for some
hard-core cuddles, you know?

I like to knit them little sweaters.

I see what Pree enjoys about you, Gared.

You're an interesting man.

Yeah. Okay.

Look, I know Dutch still isn't back,

and I should have told you
that we're having problems

with the ships, but you can't leave.

Your commander gave us his oath.

- To her, not to you.
- To the cause.

Causes are defined by people.

The Ferran have a saying:

"Peace is a painting, war is a mirror."

I really don't need
military philosophy, thanks.

I was army for 15 years.

Well, then you know the difference
that leadership makes.

The Ferran need to know
the real heart of whoever it is

we follow because
that's what shapes the war.

Lachlan speaks for Dutch's heart.

I don't know yours.

Hey, your heart rate's going up.

- Maybe we should call it.
- No!

Stress floods your brains
with chemicals.

It screws with my controls.

I know that song.

What song?

No.

Whoa, okay.

You need to take a breath.

Dutch, do you hear me?

I know what Khlyen
was hiding in those memories.

Yala...

Me.

Okay. Uh...

So to regroup,

your crazy archenemy
was once your babysitter?

I think she's my mother.

She's... not.

- I don't need you to sugar...
- No, I mean, she can't be.

It's not scientifically possible.

The Hullen can't breed, right?
That's why they need us as hosts.

Why was I with her as a child?

Why do I look like her?

Okay.

If you go back in,

you have to promise me
to stay calm this time.

I need your neurotransmitters steady.

Otherwise, I could lose you in there.

And if you die...

I'll feel really, really bad.

Deal.

This is stupid dangerous.

So many of us meeting in one place.

I trust Jaqobis. You're being paranoid.

I'm being alert.

You can feel it, right? The change?

Hullen just slaughtered
a bunch of Killjoys

in their own RAC
out in the open like cows.

Survivors are afraid of us now.

They don't believe we're really cured.

This is our chance to prove we are.

To get back at the Hullen
for what they did to us.

What are you doing?

See where they're headed?

Killjoys, so?

Turin's goons, and that's
the Cleansed base camp.

Let go of me! Where are we going?

This is your fault.

- You led them here.
- How?

With a time machine?
They got here first.

Did you use your Killjoy PDD
to arrange this meet?

Tell me again how you trust Jaqobis.

Come on. Don't think like you, Johnny.

Think Zeph.

Peppy. Obnoxious.
Obsessed with being right.

That tech-hating bio snob.

Computer, remove all numbers.

Isolate for organics,
filter through the database,

and identify all patterns.

Zeph, you little shit.

It's about time, John.

Whoo! Seven hours my ass.

Lucy, where is Dutch?
I need you to help me find her, girl.

Processing.

Sending coordinates.

Lucy, if you had a body right now,
I would kiss it.

If I had a body right now,
I would let you.

Still creepy, Lucy.

Hey!

- Hey.
- You happy?

Not really.

Ah, damn it! What was that for?

Like you don't know?

Fancy, you know me.

- I'm a shit liar.
- The Cleansed.

They're being rounded up
and detained by the RAC.

- It's Turin.
- No.

Turin wouldn't do that.
He's annoying. He's not war-crime-y.

I warned you.

The Cleansed are the only ones

who can fly your damn ships.

You just lost the war.

Your vitals are stable.

You want to tell me
what's happening in there?

I'm in her room.

You'd like Qresh.

Water as far as you can see.

And if you stand
at just the right angle,

you can fit all three moons
in the palm of your hand.

What's a moon?

How would you like to help me
get out of here, little bird?

Go on an adventure.

Whoa, what just happened? I wasn't done.

That wasn't me. You jumped
to another memory on your own.

I told you, you have to
stay calm or I can't control...

I know this place.

My harem.

The day I met Khlyen.

What are you doing here?

How did you get out?

Who is she?

- A gift.
- No games.

I've been waiting for you to find her.

Where did you get the child, Aneela?

Why does she look like you?

I did something bad.

Who's the father?

You are.

Dutch?

Dutch, where are you? Are you okay?

No!

You're jumping all over the place.

I can't find you on her neuro-map.

I'm not in her memory anymore.

I'm in mine.

On my wedding night...

Yala...

Shit! Dutch, you're having a seizure.

Dutch, can you hear me?

Dutch!

Come on, breathe. Breathe!

Okay, this is happening, and it's bad

but it's happening right now,
so fix it. Fix it!

Oh, trees...

Run.

Adrenaline popper in three, two...

Bella...

Bella har-jamay.

Well, make yourself at home.

You used me to find the Cleansed.

I used Fancy, technically.

What exactly do you plan
on doing with them?

Nothing kinky.

They'll have three squares,
fair accommodations. It's all legit.

I just want 'em where I can see 'em.

You can't just arrest them.

Oh, stop it.

It's easy to get
all morally superior when

you're not the one with
people's lives in your hands.

You don't deserve anyone's
life in your hands, Turin.

We don't know who the hells
these Cleansed are.

What if they turn on us
in the middle of a battle?

Just like those goddamn ships
this morning.

Boom. Game over.

We need them to win this war.

Why do you think
I sent you to find them?

But we can't just hand them our ships.

We gotta study them.

Get inside their heads.

Just to be safe.

- Till we're sure.
- Yeah.

I've been in enough wars,
I know how this speech ends.

Then you know that,
sometimes, it's still right.

Zeph? Hey!

It's me.

- Where's Dutch? What happened?
- She's gone.

It's all gone to shit.

She got thrown out of Aneela's memories,

and now she's trapped, reliving her own

like a badass sleepwalker.

- She say where she's going?
- No, she was talking all foreign.

I'm sorry. Is that racist?

I think I get racist
when I'm bleeding out.

No, you're gonna be okay.
The cut's not deep.

Just try and remember
exactly what she said.

Okay. Uh, something about... bells?

And bellies? And a jar?

- "Bella har-jamay"?
- Yeah. What does that mean?

"I am your queen" in Keffryn.

I'll be back. I know where she's going.

- Where?
- To meet the charming bastard

who's about to change her life.

Worst slumber party ever.

Well, hello, gorgeous.

Hey, ship system?

Reverse patchflow on my command.

No.

What do you mean, no?

Do monosyllables trouble you?

I could try grunts.

Well, you are
a sassy britches, aren't you?

I'm gonna fix that as soon as
I bust this admin code cherry.

- Ship?
- Yes, thief?

- Are we still alone?
- No, thief.

Hi.

Johnny Jaqobis, lover of ships.

Yala Yardeen, killer of men.

Yup.

Yours is better. Yeah.

Could we talk about this?

I feel like maybe
we should talk about this.

How about I shoot you another mouth hole

and you talk to yourself?

You're funny.

For a queen.

Half this planet's
been throwing you a party

for the past five days, so, yeah,

I know who you are.

You're hurt?

It's not my blood.

- And it's not your business.
- Hey, lady, you do the math.

You're royalty. I'm just
a thief passing through.

Whatever you've done, who'd believe me?

So let me help you.

Why?

Kind of my thing.

You need this ship to get off world.

I may also need to get out
of here fast myself, yes.

You're not the only one
with a complicated life.

This ship was a wedding gift.

Are you sure you know how to fly it?

Lady, I can fly anything.

Look, whatever trouble you are in...

We don't have to stay here.

We can just fly away
and never look back.

You at the good part yet?

I can tell you how it all ends.

What's happening?

Just a little reality whammy.
Give it a sec to kick in.

Don't speak to me like you know me!

I know that you're having

the worst day of your life
right now, Dutch,

but if you hold on and get through it,

it leads to all your best ones,
I promise.

What do you want?

I want to give you my hand again

and ask you to trust me one more time

because deep down inside,

you always do.

Come on.

Dutch, give me the gun.

John...

Shit!

Johnny! Johnny?

Oh, my God. What did I just do?

You're back. Also, ow!

I love you, Dutch,

but you don't get to shoot me twice.

All right, everybody. Calm down.

Decisions were made.

Why would we fight for an army
that turns on its own?

They aren't our people anymore.

It was a tactical call.

You're not a soldier, Turin.
You're middle management.

- Give it a rest.
- Sass all you want, padre.

The Cleansed are already in the brig.

Not anymore.

I ordered them released.

They've agreed to pilot
the Black Root ships.

And we're just supposed to trust them?

Yes, you are.

Like they're trusting us.

- Even after we rounded them up.
- I expected better, Jaqobis.

The Hullen destroyed our RACs

and you're defending their leftovers?

The Cleansed are victims.

They hate the Hullen
more than any of us,

and no one will fight harder
against them.

We need them.

We need everyone here.

If we turn on one another,
we have nothing.

Oh, I hope this is a pissing contest

'cause I feel hydrated as shit.

Or is it just plain mutiny?

This was never your army.

Oh, 'cause it's hers, right? Okay.

Where is the mighty Dutch right now?

We're all fighting this war, D'Avin.

The only person
Dutch is fighting is Aneela,

and she will risk all of us to do it.

That's not what any of us signed up for.

Well, they didn't sign up
for you either.

Commander Alfred Olyevich Turin,

you're under arrest for sedition
and crimes against your people.

Oh, yeah? Where I'm standing,

you're a little outnumbered, son.

You and whose army?

Mine.

The Ferran will fight with Jaqobis.

We pledge our oath to him.

The Scarbacks stand with Jaqobis.

Cardiff's refugees will follow Jaqobis.

Take him.

With pleasure.

So Aneela and baby Dutch.

That's, uh, pretty...

I know you don't want me
going back in there,

and I can't promise you
any tactical advantage...

I don't give a shit
about tactics right now.

I give a shit about you.

And if this is what you need,

this is what we do.

But if anything bad happens in there,

I'm coming in to find you.

Pretty sure that's impossible.

Challenge accepted.

Hey, Zeph, how does this work?

I've mapped where she's been.

I just need to know which memory.

My harem.

What really happened
the day I met Khlyen.

That's what he's hiding.

Try to be less slashy this time.

Yeah. Sorry about that.

What do you mean I'm the father?

Don't be absurd. Enough!

Where did you find the child, Aneela?

Why does she look like you?

This is your fault, you know?

I missed you so much.

I visited as often as I could.

No!

I missed who we used to be.

Before everything went wrong.

Before Arkyn.

Don't you?

Sometimes...

when I'm very alone,

I visit our old memories

over and over

in the Green.

You were so kind to me back then...

Before you were you.

After a while...

Watching wasn't enough.

How is this even possible?

We put memories into the Green.

We can't take them out.

I can.

She's the me I should have been
if we never went to Arkyn.

She's your good wolf, Papa.

Maybe now you can forgive me...

for not being good enough.

Where are you going?

To protect you.

Like always.

The Lady must never know
what you've done.

Go. Now.

Hello.

Do not eat that, child.

That smell...

Like almonds?

It means the flesh has fermented

into a deadly toxin.

A single bite could've
made you sick for days.

You are Yalena, of the family Yardeen.

The others say it's a shameful name.

Perhaps you can change that.

Restore Yardeeni honor.

Your father's counting on it.

He sent me to find you, little bird.

To train you.

And protect you.

It won't be easy.

And you'll have to keep it a secret.

Whatever hate they spew at you,

whatever punishment,

the truth is,

you're special, Yala.

And your father...

He will do everything
he can to protect you.

Now...

have you ever heard the story

of the wasp and the bear?

You okay? Did you get what you needed?

Everything okay?

Yeah.

All good.

Kitaan said that this is a remission,

not a cure.

Well, Hullen say a lot of shit.

What do you think?

I turned on my squad because
a chip in my head told me to.

I've seen veterans get cold feet

and newbies save the day.

No soldier comes with a guarantee.

All we can ask for is their loyalty.

So do we have yours?

Yes.

Good.

Then you have mine.

Welcome back.

You have such beef hands.

Stop fidgeting, you weirdo.

I thought I had things
under control, but I didn't.

- I nearly killed her.
- Are you the one who decided

to huff Aneela brains for breakfast?

Well, I did figure out how.

You gave her the options
and told her the risks.

That's our job.

She decided to take it
because that's hers.

Then you pulled a Jaqobis special.

What?

You disobeyed her just enough
to keep Dutch safe.

You stole my move.

- Nice work.
- Mm-hmm.

Ooh, wait, maybe don't heal it 100%?

Scars are cool.

Scars are cool.

Badass.

Hey.

Hey.

You had us worried.

Yeah. Sorry.

Stuff and things.

I hear I have you to thank
for holding this place together.

People need a leader, Dutch.

Thought that's what you wanted.

I needed to find out
what was in Aneela's head.

By lying to us?

Taking off and putting yourself at risk?

- No, you didn't.
- Are you angry with me?

I'm worried.

You said you're having doubts.

Well, now I'm having them.

You're not yourself these days.

That's definitely true.

Then talk to me.

I can't. Not about this.

See, this isn't about you.

This war is about all of us,

and it's going on
with or without you, Dutch.

And if we're gonna win,

you gotta stop acting like a lone wolf.

That's not what we need right now.

We need a leader.

You're right.

I'm not the wolf you need.

I can't be a leader right now.

I don't want to be.

But you do.

It's your army, D'Av.

Take good care of it.

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