[at that? that makes Callaghan halt, and bark out a loud, bitter ha of a laugh. what else can he do? an hour ago he was still planning on killing the boy if he ever saw him again, now he's letting himself be led through not-quite-sewer tunnels while a murderous robot hunts for him above ground, and the local he gave himself a few hours ago is starting to wear off.

he may be trying to distract himself from the pain.]

Worried about your hands getting dirty, Hamada? You're already aiding and abetting a- what was it you said on the pier-, 'a criminal with unpredictable tech'. Which, mind, is the only reason I'm still alive, because I don't doubt a jail cell would have been easy for Baymax to smash in to.

[think about that for a moment, Hiro. because one way or another- he's still convinced you had a strong hand in it all.]

Then again, I suppose shattering those damned NDAs at this point won't dig me any deeper. I've nothing left to lose.