"Thank you. Just...wanna know who made it and who didn't, if I can. Got thirty-six folks to check up on."

Kinner nods and smiles, sincerely thankful for the offer. He doesn't want to go to Hell - he can't really think of much he's done that's bad enough to end up there, and he much prefers the Nexus - but seeing old friends might be one reason to take the risk and go, for closure if nothing else.

"You know what? You're right. We went through all that trouble to bust the damn thing out, over our best instincts, and it goes and eats a bunch of us. What we did to deserve that is what I wanna know. We had cows. It coulda eaten those. If it even needed to eat." Maybe Blair had figured he could reason with the Thing. He was wrong, of course, but they were noble enough intentions. "Hell, I'm a cook. I coulda made stuff to feed it with. But no."