Hank just stood shocked... What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't fight them both, but working with them would break his main rule, don't be like them. But then he thought, what was different between him and them? They both killed for what they wanted. Not just killed, did anything and everything. He felt alone again, something similar to how he felt after losing his family. 

Hank Dropped the shotgun and fell to his knees. "What am I? What am I supposed to do?" This is almost just how he felt after his family was killed, Lost, broken, angry. He was built up, killed, brought back, Got strong, then got pushed down and left with more questions then he had answers. "DAMMIT!" He stood up and threw his fist into the wall next to him.

He slowly pulled it out, was this anger, or was this loss of control? Hank didn't know what to think anymore... Something was still going on outside... but he wasn't sure what to do now... SOLDIER could use him.... 'use him'. He was a puppet for many years for many people, and he didn't get help from anyone when he started this new life. he did it on his own, and he killed all involved with the the turning point of his life. 

Hank started walking out the door, now it was time to figure out what he was going to do.