"Yeah..." he trails, trying not to let his mind wander too far down that path. He's seen war. He's seen its ugliness and more. But it hasn't come to that yet, and he's gonna damn well try to prevent it from getting there.

Instead, he reaches for his chopsticks, fishing in his bowl for stray noodles. In the meantime, Keyun hovers back with a steaming cup of strong black tea. No frills or exotic blends in this joint. His shop tends to just the basics, and that's exactly why Hellboy likes it.

"You mentioned the kid running the hospital," he says. "What did you say his name was?"