It's all bullshit, I'm pretty sure-- reading people's palms to predict their future.

[but his brow furrows as kanesan frowns, looking down at his hands.]

-what? I don't have anything... and of course I'm going home, assuming we do it right. All of us are.

[he sounds set on that, because, well. what else does he have right now? hm. that sentence of kanesan's seems to have errored out in the middle, maybe.]

We've put up with too much shit here to end up stuck. Just-- just be patient, all right, I think we're pretty close.