Pherson heard him, knew that telltale voice. It was only then that he was absolutely certain he had found his old nemesis.

He leaned forward and opened the door, slowly - stopping halfway leaned in when he saw the gun. He frowned for a moment, before it smoothed back into a smile.

"HELLO MY BRother."

Humans didn't get the Voice, he just remembered. And for all that he was his brother, for all that he was special, Mitchell Hundred was still human.