Character: Charles Hansen

- Marshall! Great speech. Don't even know how you are now synchronized.
- I get the Drift empty. Without memories. Without fear. Without titles. And you... it's simple: you're selfish with a lot of complexes. This is not clever puzzle I solved on the first day. But you are your father's son. So the Drift won't be a problem. It will suit me.

- Yes, you screwed up. Because of you us all will kill, Riley. I would like to come back alive - I love my life. So can you do everyone a favor and disappear? You do know how it is.
- Shut up! Now!
- Yes, of course. You'd raise your girl. This bitch needs a leash.
- Ask forgiveness.
- Fuck you!
- I said sorry!

- She knows how to keep drifting, and he first lost sync! We have no margin for error or they will kick our ass! He's a loser, and she's a greenhorn! I do not need a cover!
- We are aware of. Continue select expression.

Riley, come sit with us.
- No, not worth it. I'll go get myself...
- Come on! At our table plenty of space!
Thank you... been a while since I bread't seen it.
Hong Kong, an open city. No coupons. There are potatoes, peas, baked beans, meat loaf. Pass the potatoes... This is my son, Charlie. He is now my wingman.
Rather, you co-pilot. Isn't it, dad?
- Well...
- So you're the guy? Beginner who will cover for me on your rust bucket?
- Kind of.
And when was the last time you were in the saddle, ray?
- Five years ago.
- What have you been doing these five years? Something very important, perhaps?
- Worked on the construction site.
- Oh, well, wow! How cool! Very "useful" skill. If we get in trouble, we're going to build something? Yes, Ray?
- I Riley.
Just as you say. Look, you Pentecote found, and the father you are to my liking. But the "Ranger" was closed because of people like you. For me, you're the ballast. You slow down - will fold like a sack of Kaiju shit. Until next time, Riley.