Newt heaved a sigh. Everything came back to understanding that damn Porter which they couldn't even get close to and which Qubit--one of the smartest people Newt knew--couldn't even manage to replicate. There would never be a guarantee.

He hated that word, Never. They could do better. They could improve their probability because that's what research and knowledge would do for them.

"Then we'll just have to do that." They had come to understand how Kaiju worked, how the Breach worked, when everyone said it would be impossible and that humanity was doomed. They had figured it out. He and Hermann were the Dream Team and as long as they were here together, with time, they could accomplish anything they put their minds to. "Because we've worked way too hard to get here. I'm not going to lose this."