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Previously on "Killjoys"...

We call them Dolls.

The skeleton crew Aneela left behind.

They've been powered down.

His brain is being
forced into sleep mode.

Have you tried turning him on and off?

- Whoa!
- He's got your gun!

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

She's coming. She's coming.

Pip! Pip?

- How about a story?
- A story can't save my life.

This one can, if you
focus on the details.

Find John Jaqobis.

- What are you doing?
- Look!

The parasite in the brain, it's dying.

If I can hold the knife in long enough,

and the parasite dies
completely, he'll be cleansed.

Hey. Anyone have a mint?

Johnny, I need your help.

Something happened to me in the Green,

something about you.

Let's make a baby!

The baby's too big and growing fast.

If we don't get it out
quickly, she'll have a

five-year-old camping out in her uterus.

I can replicate what happened to John

and make it happen here.

I won't be Hullen anymore.

You'll still be alive
and so will the baby.

- What do you feel?
- Everything.

You did it!

- _
- ? Sleep little princess ?

? Sleep the night through ?

? The black rain's a-coming ?

? And there's nothing left to do ?

? So sleep ?

? Sleep ?

? Sleep ?

What the hells?

Aah!

Oh, God!

Hey, it's just me.

You okay?

You shouldn't sneak up on people.

You shouldn't scream in your sleep.

Sorry. I gave Delle Seyah my room.

I'll just go crash in the lounge.

Or, um...

or you could stay.

Yeah?

Yeah, sure, why not?

The last time I stayed,

you disappeared into the Green.

True.

The first time, you tried to kill me,

so progress?

Look, you need a room, I have a room.

Let's not overthink it.

See?

This is nice.

Yeah, it is.

Well, this is better.

Much better.

Everything looks great.

All of his cardiomyocite regen
rates are off the charts.

"Don't I have the cutest
cardiomyocite rates

in the whole wide world,
Auntie Zeph? Don't I?"

Cardiomyacites aren't really cute.

Okay, not a baby fan.

"But what about my
neural dendrons, though?

Totally adorbs. Come on."

Yeah, post Hullen, you're in
perfect neurological shape.

Yeah, who knew that psychotic rage

and repeated headbangings
could be so rejuvenating?

- That was also a joke.
- Oh, yeah.

Ha ha ha ha.

Okay, I think that you need some rest.

I do. I really, really do.

Uh, but it's not that, it's, um...

you.

Me? I-I thought that I was fine.

You are... now.

But when you were Hullen, you were...

- A complete dick?
- Right.

And so it's just a bit weird

to have nice, cuddly
Johnny back after...

Anyway, we all know
that wasn't you, so...

Yeah, but whoever that was,

you were the ones who
had to put up with him.

For that...

I'm sorry, Zeph.

Better?

Mm.

Ah! Ow!

Now it's better.

Auntie Zeph is mean.

Hey.

It's a little early to be drinking.

It's a little early to be my mother.

Well, it's nice to see that things

are getting back to normal.

We have a baby on board,

Delle Seyah's asleep down the hall,

and I just saw Pip naked in our shower.

Okay, new normal.

There's got to be something Killjoys-y

we can do on the way home.

Uh, I could use a gunfight.

Ooh, do you want to, you know,
punch each other a little bit?

What we can do

is figure out what the
hells Khlyen meant

when he told me that story.

It's got to be a key.

All right, perfect. Let's
start from the beginning.

Uh, I helped rescue you from Keffree,

made nice with Luce, and then I got us

that job shipping wine to the Quad.

Uh, no, no, I got us the job.

You lost all our money
and got us arrested.

See, this is why you
have no other friends.

Speaking of the new normal...

Coming, coming!

Why do you all hate me?

Where is it? Where's the baby?

- Wait, I thought it was with you.
- No!

I mean, yes, it was,
but then I fell asleep

for two seconds.

And then it wasn't in its crib thing.

He's a baby.

He can't just go for a walk.

Uh, guys...

Who the hells is that?

I think that's your kid.

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I never even got a chance
to change his diaper.

Eh, trust me, overrated.

I had sisters

and bladder-control
issues... no judging.

Now, what were we saying?

Who's the coolest?

Come on, what do we say?

We say that Pip is the coolest, right?

Pip?

High five, my man!

Pip.

Okay, uh, work in progress.

Tell me you have something.

I'm seeing aggressive
telomere degradation.

- Prophyria?
- The aging disease?

He aged five years in,
like, five minutes.

That's not a disease. That's
more like an explosion.

Look, the kid has two kinds of cells...

a normal human one and a Hullen one.

Now, the human degrades like normal...

But the Hullen one sees any degradation

as something it needs to fix.

So it forces the human cell

to regenerate faster.

And the more it regenerates...

The older he gets.

Yeah, exactly.

Except for really fast,

really, really... whoa, so fast.

Okay, Zeph, got it.

How do we fix this before
he's older than I am?

Don't everybody answer at once.

Well, his biology is way beyond me.

Hey, don't be so hard on yourself.

And if it's beyond me, then
Johnny doesn't have a chance.

I take it back.

What do we need to do?

We need to get him back
to my lab on the Armada,

and we need to do it soon.

Yeah, I think the technical
term for it is "fustercluck."

How did he lose all power?

Oh, I'm gonna guess it
has something to do

with this big green popsicle behind me.

Soon as it froze, we
lost engines, defenses,

and any chance of us taking
back the RAC anytime soon.

Well, the Green's frozen everywhere.

And ideas you can get back online?

A couple.

None I like.

Meanwhile, Westerley's
getting good and creepy.

- Creepy how?
- Missing kids.

13 in Old Town, two more
out at Miner's Point.

Hearing all sorts of crazy
superstitious shit.

Monsters in the night.

They're taking kids?

I sent Fancy down to do some recon.

We'll find out what's
happening on Westerley.

As soon as you get back,
you can look into it, too.

- We're not coming back.
- Why the hells not?

Why the hells indeed, Dutch?

- You know I'll stay if you ask.
- I'm not asking.

Yeah, but if you need
my help, sugar plum...

If you want to help, be
my eyes in Old Town.

Something weird's going on.

And don't take Delle Seyah's jacket.

It's kind of more of a cape, really.

She's too doped up to notice.

But I'm the one who has to be here

when she wakes up even bitchier.

Or maybe I'll just keep her sedated.

We're gonna be okay, right?

We're gonna win this?

Sure.

I just don't know how yet.

Look, as soon as we get to a space port,

you head home and hug Gared for me.

Oh, gods!

I have been a warlord,

a sexer, an entrepreneur,

and that big goofy bear
is what I miss the most.

How did this happen...

to me?

Things change.

Oh, just whip him.

Mm, that's what servants are for.

Not everything.

Fancypants!

Nice to see a friendly face.

Well...

nice to see a face, anyways.

What can I get you?

You can tell me who to talk to

about the missing kids around here.

Hey, Fancy, man, people are tense.

Why don't you let me handle this?

I got this.

Do you know anything
about the missing kids?

Nothing I'm telling you, Killjoy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Fancy!

- What do you know?
- Nothing.

I swear! Please!

Okay. Thank you.

Who else should I talk to?

Maybe I should do the talking.

We have to go back to the Quad.

No, not if the Lady is making her move.

I don't give a shit if she's opening up

a new chain of hotels.

We have to go back to save this kid.

Johnny...

It's bad, Dutch.

At the rate things are going,

he's gonna have another
growth spurt within hours

- and then another one after that...
- Why do you think

they're grabbing kids in Old Town?

They're looking for the
first natural-born Hullen,

and whatever the Lady is
planning to do to him

- probably won't be good.
- Hi.

Uh, question... what
do we have in the way

of sustenance and/or beverages

for a rather hungry young lad?

I'll root around.

You guys carry on.

Alternatives. What do we need?

An expert in aggressive
disease processes.

If I didn't know his background,

I'd say that he was
dosed with a bioweapon,

something that attacks
on the cellular level.

Um, hi. Excuse me.

Do you seriously have no
drinks that aren't alcoholic,

or have y'all just been drunk
the entire time I've known you?

Moving on,

you said you need someone
with bioweapons experience.

I can help.

You? How?

Well, as you may remember,

before I became the freedom fighter

you see standing before you today,

I did happen to run

with some rather unsavory characters.

Shocker.

Whoever it is, we can't
go back to Westerley.

Oh, he's not on Westerley.

Have you ever heard of
a place called Utopia?

_

Criminal geniuses, total reprobates,

sexual deviants...

My people.

This Kravn is one of your people?

Well, as much as the maker of
hideous gene-warping weapons

is my people, yeah.

But don't worry. He loves me.

Well, just in case his love has waned...

And I know how much is there.

Ooh, this one was speaking to me.

It said, "Shoot me, Johnny.
Shoot me all you want."

Hey.

You usually like my gun talk.

Sorry, it's just hard to think

about anything but that damn story.

Hey, what about Big Joe?

He was the reason we
took our first mission.

I just remember how pissed
he was when I shot him.

When you did?

Johnny, do you remember anything

- the way it actually happened?
- Why?

My version is way more interesting.

"Stimu-gain...

for that extra bit of aggression."

Guessing you don't need
that, huh, big fella?

And I love that geno-bomb

that he dropped on Thalimoid...

very... goopy.

Uh, but as I said,

this case that we need
Kravn to consult on,

it is time-sensitive,
so just mention Pippin.

Pippin Foster is here to
see him... we go way back.

- Mr. Kravn?
- What did I tell you

about bothering me while I'm working,

you malodorous fungus?

A thousand apologies, Mr. Kravn,

uh, but do you happen to
know one Pippin Foster?

Brown hair, thin lips,

face you want to punch repeatedly?

Hey, now, Kravn, Krave-man.

Never heard of him. Now piss off.

If I don't deliver these
blood busters by next cycle,

it's your balls, idiot.

Unfortunately, Mr. Kravn
isn't here at the moment.

He sure sounds here. Maybe
we should just go back

- and check ourselves.
- Have you met Branson?

Hey, hey, hey, come on, now, guys.

We are just a couple shady individuals

looking to hire an illegal
bioweapons maker.

There's no need to make it weird.

Besides, there is more than enough...

To go around.

Exciting news... Mr. Kravn has
an opening in his schedule.

- Ah...
- How does...

Three months' time sound?

Look, I know other folks.

No time. If he's the best,
he's the one we need.

- Did you give him the bribe?
- Yeah.

And can I just say that
as a very experienced

bribe giver and getter,

what that guy did was not cool?

Got it?

- Security setup?
- Like you figured,

silent alarm switch on the desk,

biggish guy with an attitude.

Plus, a safe room that locks

30 seconds after the alarm is tripped.

Awesome!

- How do we know all that?
- You.

Perimeter scanner embedded in
the money clip we gave you.

It gave us the entire floor
plan for Kravn Enterprises.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, no, no, no.

Do you know what that lunatic
makes inside of his labs?

If you try to rip him off,

you will be shitting out your lungs

while your eyeballs melt.

Pippin, relax, we're
not gonna rip him off.

We're just gonna kidnap him.

Just remember the only reason

you're on walkabout right now...

I need someone to show me

where you assholes store the Go Juice.

You make any sudden moves, I get shooty.

So, you got a name at least?

My mind reading's on
the fritz, Tall, Weird,

and Silent. Speak up.

Something is wrong.

Well, no shit.

But you're gonna help me fix it.

Something is wrong!

Pick another catchphrase, buddy.

Just show me where the green shit is.

Where's she keep the plasma?

Through a hallway filled with
her zombified meat puppets,

of course.

Something is wrong.

I could've sworn these assholes

were facing the other way
when we put them here.

Let's go.

Untraceable weapons,

micro-torch, and a mask.

Can I just say again masks
make me look goofy?

Can I just say again

how incredibly bad of an idea this is?

What are you talking about?
This is a great idea.

D'av enters Kravn's storefront...

Hands up! Everybody down!

This is a robbery!

With a mask, D'av.

Fine, with a mask.

Hands up! Everybody down!

This is a robbery!

Which will lead one of those assholes

to hit the silent alarm,

leading Mr. Kravn to
go to his safe room,

where we will be waiting for him.

At which point, we grab him

for some sweet, sweet
scientific solutions.

All you have to do is stand
lookout outside the shop.

Okay.

My nickname is "the Mouth."

It's not "the Eyes,"
it's not "the Ears,"

or any other part of our
bodies that's gonna fall off

once Kravn doses us

with whatever nasty shit
he's got in those vials!

Pippin! Calm down!

Listen, if you're
worried, you can go back.

Bye. Good luck not dying.

Excuse me, pardon me.

Well, cheers.

You know me, Gared. I'm an honest gal.

Never messed with nobody.

I know, Ginny, I know.

When Suzy died, it was
just me and the kid.

I never took on no debts.

Always paid my way.

Why'd a Howler come take my kid?

It ain't a Howler, Ginny, come on.

- A what?
- Old miner's superstition.

"The debt's too high, Howlers arrive.

Children beware, they'll
eat your liver."

That doesn't rhyme.

I don't write the legends, bro.

And I saw what I saw.

Red eyes, just like a Howler!

And it did magic on me. Look.

Short-range energy weapon.

Didn't feel like no energy weapon.

You get shot a lot?

I don't like him.

We're just trying to help, Ginny.

You want to help? Find my
baby girl... can you do that?

Hey, there's nothing there.

That sure looks like something.

And forget about after-work chitchat.

"Oh, what did you do today, honey?"

"Well, I sold a drug that
melts people's testicles.

What's for dinner?"

Branson, baby, you understand...

Hands up! Stay still! Don't move!

What the hells is this?

It's a stickup, asshole.

Start filling it with everything shiny.

Hey, Stringbean, sit tight.

Dutch, alarm's a go.

Copy, almost there.

Everything!

You know, it's too bad

we can't ask Big Joe about that mission.

Yeah, what with him being dead and all.

Yeah, there's also Hills... also dead.

You ever notice a lot of
people seem to die around us?

Yeah.

It's part of our charm.

- D'av, we're in.
- Come to mama.

He should be there any second.

Hey, hey, hey, picked up
some scented bubble bath.

You can have some, too, if you...

What's going on? Is everything okay?

Does it look okay? He's
burning through nutrients

faster than I can get them in him.

- Get me electrolytes.
- Ah...

Okay, little buddy, time to
drink up for Uncle Pip, okay?

All right, that is definitely not okay.

Any second...

Where is he? Did the alarms go off?

Certainly did.

I can barely hear myself think.

So, thieves, are you?

No, I'm thinking more...

Look at you, not to mention smell you!

Everything about you says desperate.

Not my preferred clientele.

What are you looking for?

Cameras? Microphones?

I'll give you a hint.
You won't find any.

I don't need them, not anymore.

What the shit is this, Johnny?

How can he be in this room? Where is he?

Dutch, I don't think
he's in the safe room,

I think he is the safe room.

What do you mean he is the safe room?

What, Kravn's an AI?

Mainframe has a sentience complexity

way beyond an AI. It's like...

someone uploaded a human
consciousness into the system.

Not like, boy, did!

In 30 years of studying disease,

I've learned not to trust flesh.

Flesh is weak.

In here, I am an undying god.

Also crazy.

You are just so much flesh to play with.

And I've been needing
some new test subjects.

Gas.

Smells like Temin...
nerve agent, invisible.

She knows her sedatives,

which means she also knows

how long you have to stay conscious.

Uh, what's that on the desk there?

Pens?

Yeah, sure. Why not? I'm
always losing mine.

Dutch, the hells is going on?

Everybody has shins, big fella!

Dutch!

Stim packs. Really?

Ah!

Those are good stim packs.

Oh, they really are.

Oh, let's get rough!

I completely agree.

Ho!

Frozen.

Well, isn't this just a goddamn party?

What the hells is this?

- Are we being sabotaged?
- I don't know.

- Any idea how we fix it?
- I don't know.

I don't know my name.
I don't know anything.

Okay, easy. Don't juice your lemons.

Zeph must have done a real
number on your noggin.

Relax. You were probably up
to some evil shit anyways...

Wasn't there a shitload of
Hullen Dolls just here?

Yes.

Rhetorical question.

So where are they now?

Rhetorical question?

Sure. Let's go with that.

Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?

I'm improvising. Take off your shirt!

Stripping this young thing
naked has no effect on me.

I am free of such temptations.

Impressive musculature, though.

Has the headache started?
Losing consciousness?

You'll probably shit yourself first...

- always my favorite part!
- All right, Dutch.

Trust me, you're gonna have
to take this one, okay?

I'll walk you through it.

It's just like that time on Panther,

but keep your pants on.

You see what I mean about the flesh?

So weak.

So tender...

Is it just me, or does this
feel completely great?

Yeah!

Johnny, this is your thing.

I got it.

Type this, "XY/197."

A shell spoof? Oh, look,
I neutralized it.

You don't have much time
before you're my newest

guinea pig, boy... don't waste it.

"Stack override 86."

I could keep shifting
my signals all day.

I have billions of
transistors to hide in.

Yeah. Okay, okay, last one.

"G-O-T-Y-O-U-A-S"

Johnny, this isn't as fun as it looks.

I must disagree. I find it hilarious.

"S-H-O-L"...

Last one, "E."

That isn't even a proper command.

No, sure it is. You just
got to say it out loud.

Oh, you're being ridiculous. Fine.

"Got you, asshole."

- Wait!
- I had Dutch reprogram

the voice command prompts.

You just ejected yourself!

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, let's see if D'av is.

A pink one!

A pink one.

He's so over-stimmed,

it's like shore leave
in his head right now.

D'av, we have to get back to Lucy.

If you can't keep your shit
together, I will stun you.

You're pretty.

I want every available RAC
agent in four-person squads.

Take it level by level till
we find these skinwalkers.

Slow down, kid... I don't
need you getting in the way

if I have to start popping off.

Found them.

What a stupid way to die.

Get out of my way! Move!

- Kid?
- Yes?

I appreciate what you just did.

But why are you still holding me?

I remember my name... Weej!

- Okay. Great. Weej?
- Yes?

You can let go now.

- I remember my name.
- Yeah, I got that part.

Any idea where your buddies were headed?

The hangar.

Where the hells are they going?

I don't think you understand.
I love you!

I told you we should've stunned him.

Who's the new recruit?

Wait a second. Is...

is that my son?

One mind-bending shock at a time.

So... how's your day been?

What are we doing?

Not talking

No problem.

I can do that real good.

No talking, that's all...

That's the third door.

Whoa. What are we doing now?

Whoa, walking. Yeah, got it.

All ships arriving at Utopia...

Lucy, I would never suggest this

if I didn't think it was a good idea.

- But aren't you and I enough?
- Of course we are.

It's just that we've come as far
as we can, the two of us...

for this, I mean.

So I'm not enough for you?

Do I even have a choice?

Of course you do. I
would never force you.

I want you to want this.

I don't know, John.

Okay, is it just me, or is
this weirdly kind of hot?

Mm-hmm. How's the patient?

Eating his body weight in the lounge.

Puberty. I should
probably go check on him.

How are you so good with kids?

Well, in my family, they were kind of

the only people who
ever looked up to me.

Hmm.

In my family, they were the
only thing a girl like me

was supposed to care about.

Well, they didn't know you at all.

I just hope this doesn't
change things for us, John.

It won't, Lucy, I promise.

Come on, baby.

Wait? Where am I?

What is this place?

Why do I smell grease and hokk and...

Is that a child?

This isn't going to work.

Just give it a chance, Luce.

Okay, Kravn, we're dealing

with a rapidly evolving genetic anomaly

that needs an antidote, and you
are gonna help us find it.

- Or else.
- Or else what?

I am untouchable.

You are also currently stored

in my random access memory.

One cache purge, and I overwrite you

with cookie recipes.

Show me this problem.

And what is your name, my dear?

- Johnny...
- Just stick to the genetics,

lover-bytes.

I really think I should talk to
him. I think that'd be good.

- I'm gonna go talk to him.
- Maybe not right now.

No, you're right.
That's a terrible idea.

I shouldn't do that, I mean,
the last thing he needs

is some guy saying, "Hey, I'm the guy

"who's genes were spliced
together with some

crazy undying woman to make you."

I mean, that would be nuts, right?

- Exactly.
- But maybe that's what

he wants to hear.

I mean, if I was him, I would
want to know where I came from.

I'm gonna talk to him.

D'avin, listen.

Do you really think you're in any shape

to be giving the birds-and-the-bees talk

to someone who's less than 24 hours old?

Absolutely.

Fine. Go ahead.

What do I tell him, Dutch?

You tell him what he needs to hear...

because that's what you always do.

Have you ever really
looked at your hands?

I mean, really looked at them?

Maybe not right now.

Hey, buddy, how's the soup?

Soup good, Pip.

Wow!

Next thing you know, you'll be
using verbs and everything.

That's... great.

Pip?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm
not following this.

How could you? The
science is so far beyond

your tiny mind, it would make
my sides hurt from laughing,

if either of us had sides.

Don't be rude, Mr. Kravn.

Thank you, Lucy.

I'm not talking to you, Johnny.

- What? Oh, come on, Luce.
- Less talking, more computing.

You can't rush genius, girl.

- It's done.
- What?

Impossible, I only just
gave you the equation.

You couldn't poss... Let me see.

My God, you did. That's it.

Dutch, we got it. Bring the kid.

I'll start generating the compound.

Lucy, my dear, I had no idea
what you are capable of.

Yeah, well, I did. Nice work, Luce.

Lucy?

It would appear she's
still not talking to you.

Would you please shut up?

Hey, did you get it?

Yeah, where's D'av?

Sleeping. Where's the kid?

I thought that you were getting him.

He's in the lounge with Pip.

No, he isn't. I just went by there.

Actually, Pip is not on board,

and neither is the child.

Where are they?

I'm sorry, Dutch, but I don't know.

Okay, we need to go.

Where, D'av? It's a
big-ass space station.

At least let me see if we can get access

- to the security feeds.
- I've already scanned

all outward vessels.

Neither Pippin nor the child
are on board any of them.

Did he say anything to you, Zeph?

No, he didn't say anything.

Look, I know he can be a bit annoying,

and I know he can be...
Okay, really annoying,

but Pip is a good person.

He would never hurt a
child. He has sisters.

Maybe he just took the kid somewhere.

Why would he do that? Who
would he take him to?

Take who?

Where's the baby?

- Yeah. Zeph...
- Oh, on it.

Your Highness, we need to talk.

There's a Qreshi ritual
I need to perform

while he's still nursing.

Oh, wow, we definitely
need to talk. Okay.

Okay, John, what do you have?

I'm trying, okay? It's
a very complex system.

For you, maybe.

Lucy, my silicon siren,

would you care to have access
to the entire Utopia mainframe

through a charming
little back door I have?

- Now you tell us.
- Thank you, Mr. Kravn.

Entering your back door now.

Can we just not with the back-door talk?

- I found them.
- Look how fast she is.

You are a wonder.

Pippin just purchased two tickets

for a shuttle off Utopia.

It leaves in five minutes.

Infrared lenses.

That's how they read his handprint.

They're not taking any more kids.

- Damn it, Gared!
- Hey, Killjoy!

Hey, assholes!

Try grabbing someone your own size!

Run!

Hullen. Son of a bitch.

When Dutch gets back,

she's gonna kill all you green dickbags.

We're taking this one for questioning.

West Dock 18A...

What's that?

Where are we going?

- Is there food there?
- No, she's waiting.

You'll be dead before you see her.

Who?

Hey! Hey, Pippin!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

What... what's going on?

Are you okay?

- You seem confused.
- I am.

I really am.

I need to go.

Please not the face.

Who are you?

I'm your dad.

What did you do, Pip?

How is he?

He's sedated. Secure.

But I'm gonna do every neural scan,

behavior analysis,
psych eval, all of it.

This is not Pip.

You know him.

After everything we've been through,

I don't assume I know anybody.

Neither should you.

John, what's going on?

Kravn's bio-gene gas is working.

Cells are stabilizing.

It's working, D'av.

Hey.

Hey, are you okay?

Say something.

Is there anything to eat?

Yes.

Actually, no.

Fancy! Where is my man?

Hey. Hey.

It's gonna be okay, kids.

I promise.

All right, Kravn, a deal's a deal.

You helped us, so home you go.

Lucy, today I realized

I'm not the smartest entity
confined to ones and zeros,

but the loneliest.

Leave this terrible place and join me.

That's very kind of you, Mr. Kravn,

but my humans need me.

At least I think they do.

Forget about them. The
havoc we could wreak...

Maybe I like havoc, John.

Come on, Lucy.

- I'll get D'av.
- Wait, please.

Is that boy... Is he... really...

Yeah. That's him.

Straight from a baby to a terrible teen.

It's just, um...

a lot to take in.

And I appear to...

be having an unusual amount of...

feelings lately.

It's the de-Hullenization process.

You were cut off from any

emotional responses for a while.

They come back hard.

Believe me, I know.

I suppose on this ship...

You're the only one who does.

Yeah.

I guess so.

Fine, then.

Ahh. When does it go away?

I don't know.

Maybe when you actually make some amends

for the things you did.

You want to stop feeling
bad, Delle Seyah?

Stop being a shitty person.

Do the work.

Well...

who do I pay to do that?

Now it's time to drink.

And you say I'm the
one with the problem.

Hmm.

Stopping an impossible disease,

kidnapping a digitized genius,

and laughing at D'av in a mask.

I told you I'd look dumb in that thing.

That's the good part.

But we still have a 15-year-old

the Lady wants for something,

and I still have a story in
my head I don't understand.

Have you gone over it?
Retraced your steps?

Please, if I have to
listen to Johnny's version

one more time...

Hurtful.

- But I did think of something.
- Johnny...

No, seriously. What about the assassin?

The RAC only held him
till he transferred

back to his own system.

What if he's still around?

You mean "What if she's still around?"

- Sorry?
- The assassin was a she.

There's no shame in getting
beaten by a girl, Johnny.

Shame? Who are you talking to?

I love getting beaten up by girls,

but there's no way that
I'm wrong about this.

The assassin was a dude.

Sorry.

Can't remember it.

What did you do? I felt something.

When you are lost,
when you are breaking,

when you have no strength
left to fight her...

find John Jaqobis.

Do you understand?

Dutch, are you okay?

- He knew.
- Knew what?

He knew the Lady would
get inside my head

and look at my memories.

He didn't just tell me a story.

He hid something in it.

Something that only I
would know was wrong.

It's a code in your head.

Let's see what else
he's hidden in there.

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