[Hank covers his mouth, eyes a little wide. The thought of going back to Akvos is - it's a lot, it hit him all at once when the guy said it, and Hank takes a couple seconds and he takes a couple deep breaths and he reminds himself it's air he's breathing, and he reminds himself he doesn't have to go back.

Because they're all dead. Probably.

Fuck it, he takes another drink, then shoves the bottle closer to the other guy. If he wants some, he'd better get at the bottle before Hank does.]

God, don't even talk about that. She might actually do it. What do you even wanna do there? Just... count the fuckin bodies?

[He ducks his head, pulling a hand through his hair. That's probably not what the guy'd meant but Hank's not thinking real well right now. So sue him.]