You're exhausting.


[His voice rises in argument.] I do NOT have awful taste in names. I have GREAT taste in names. And I'm not saying they CAN'T breed, because they have to, how else are they made, but...we have yet to see any with reproductive organs. But that's not the point, Hermann. The point is...

The point is I don't know what I mean, exactly, but listen: "Otachi Jr. aside, our lab was our Jaeger." What do you do with a Jaeger? What do you know we did and what do you do with a Jaeger and we can't do it with our lab so what I'm saying is--what I'm saying is you'd never have consented to it, so clearly this is a mistake and--damn, if that's not a brilliant idea, though. I mean, if we could harvest a viable brain and--damn. We have the technology.

[He shakes his head. It's ridiculous. Hermann never would have, no one would have. But imagine what they might LEARN about them.

He picks back up the letter and tries to get the idea out of his head.]

Nine to ten years, Hermann. We went nearly a decade without writing another letter.