"That's why I left: to save you, to save all of mankind. I only wanted to save you but have I killed my own heart in the process? I chose the world over you, my love. But if I had to do it again, I'd choose you over the world."
So I guess since a Nazi decided it's best to put your own interests ahead of everyone else's, Hank is right to also do this. (You know who else let their heart get in the way of their professionalism? HITLER.) Shots ring out, so Beck and Hank -- who've just been standing over this dead priest this whole time, looking confused -- go running around the slums at random. As luck would have it, Hank gets stuck behind a gate exactly where he would need to be in order to see Jacinda getting driven away in a random car. They scream and scream and scream. He runs back to Beck, who is hanging around watching Standing Mother croak.
Beck: "I'm not about to actually save her or administer medical treatment, but I did want her to stay alive long enough to tell you how great and important you are."
Sri: "I was wrong, the Angel of Death tonight wasn't you. Also, the darkness of the coming Apocalypse is now upon us. You alone hold the key. If you continue on your quest, it'll bring about the end of the world."
Hank: "But my wife, though."
Sri: "I get it, trust me. I just gave the Nazi Antichrist a magic clock because my feet hurt."
Beck: "Today was bonkers! Hey, what's this about the end of the world? I mean, it's all we ever talk about, but I'm kind of dumb."
Hank: "Well I guess maybe the world is already ended or is in the process of ending or it has to do with clocks. Or AIDS. Or clocks with AIDS."
Beck: "Maybe it has to do with those fishermen pouring red stuff in the river so that it looks like blood? I mean, a thing that happens all the time every day in this culture, but because you're here to see it, it becomes the Apocalypse? Sure."
Hank: "Maybe. You just can't tell. All I know is, finding these clocks is going to kill everyone on Earth. So that's what we gotta do."
Beck: "I am right here to sky for ya, bro."
Couldn't care less, frankly. I guess Einstein was a Nazi? Or a Rosicrucian? Sure, whatever. Go for it. It's going to be awesome either way, if you like crazy things, and I do like crazy things, so why bother piecing together that which cannot be pieced?
JACOB CLIFTON is a freelance writer and critic based in Austin, Texas. He currently recaps The Good Wife, Deception, Zero Hour, and Pretty Little Liars for TWoP. Jacob can be found online at jacobclifton.com, on Twitter, and on Facebook. IRL work appears in BenBella's SmartPop series of anthologies, and a novelette, "The Commonplace Book," appeared this fall on Tor.com.