He'd seen them in the Drift. Seen them over and over as Mako's thoughts often fell back to them. To what had happened with her parents and with her second father. And everyone and everything in between. Her need to destroy them, to end the threat, to get revenge, had driven her for so long. He'd seen it. He'd understood it.

"Nah, nothin' like that. Like the Kaiju," he shook his head, realizing his words hadn't come out quite as clear as he'd thought. "It's what I said. Those of us that's left, we gotta deal with 'em. The dead."