Dylan glances back at him, something not so much angry as intense in his eyes, and then turns to face him entirely. "Yeah, well. Guess he didn't know us as well as he thought." A beat. "We already covered this, but ... "

But while the sense that they will always come for him is very real, unmistakable as this is Merritt's mind, he forces himself to say it aloud, anyway. Or maybe someone else currently sharing headspace with him forces him to say it, considering it comes out in a tone not entirely his own, again.

"We'll always come for you."