The Ties That Bind

Hank: Juston…I’m not the kind of man who says empty words just to make people feel better. So when I tell you this, I mean it. You didn’t lose a machine today. You lost your best friend. And I will never forgive myself for failing to stop it. Pietro: Oh, spare me. I’m getting nauseated just listening to you all. Really, I had to do this for the sake of my own sanity. Juston: I-is that…? Pietro: Your sentinel’s central processing unit? Yes. Once I saw Emma levitating it, I switched it with a unit from one of our training robots. They’re quite similar. All faster than her eye could see, of course. And our defenses prevented her sensing my mind…remarkably, given the splitting headache your whining has given me.  Juston: You…you’re a mutant. You must hate sentinels. And you still… Pietro: The heart wants what the heart wants, yours wants the sentinel…and mine wants quiet. Juston: I don’t know how to thank you. Any of you. Pietro: I do. keep your excessive displays of emotion to yourself—Ah. Oh, very well. I suppose I can stay a few moments longer.