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.
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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!
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.
Badass.
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.