[Hank sags, his sigh punctuated by coughing but no less relieved for that, his next word a grateful murmur.]

Thanks.

But why you? Him and you, he's not even here and you... You don't even feel real. You don't talk like the rest of em. You talk like the ones here. Maybe they're all meant to 'integrate' too, or whatever it is you're supposed to do. But I don't, I can't even tell what parts of you are real. So how do I know? If I can't even tell what's real, how do I know if you're gonna stick around?