I consider Hunters pretty silly most of the time, but the ending of this episode really moved me. As a descendant of holocaust survivors, I felt something very deep as I watched Jonah - also a descendant of holocaust survivors - arrest the monster behind the deaths of six million people like us (and so many others!). But more than anything, seeing him share this moment with the victims, even if just in spirit, was huge. Hundreds of people with my surname died in concentration camps, and I wish I had a way to honor their memory the way Jonah's doing it. Fiction brings us certain feelings that real life never could.