I don' really know. [That seems safe to admit, at least, and it's even somewhat reassuring to hear that whatever's going on might not be affecting Connor the way it's affecting him.

Not in the same way, anyway.

Gene sits down on a couch facing the fireplace before he says anything else, reaching inside his jacket pocket for his comm and handing it over to the other warden so Connor can see for himself.]

Couple of people've been sayin' they're seein' things. Bad stuff. I was wonderin' if maybe your bad feelings were related.