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the fight ran hot in his veins. the sting of fists and the throbbing crowd and the sharp tang of blood in his mouth brought him to life in a way he hadn’t been in a long time. his spit was tinged with red as a solid whack to the side of his head had his face snapping hard to the right. he’d been back stateside for the past month and a half and already he was making a name for himself here, in the dingy underground ring with taped hands and blood and very few rules. it didn’t pay rent, but then that wasn’t why eliot came. he came to fight. to put those twitching fists into some solid flesh that could take the beating. he came to take a beating. and he was damn good at it. there was a growl in his chest and the roar from the crowd dampened as eliot turned his full attention onto the man who’d managed to lay hands on him. his own fists landed with solid thunks as he moved into the man’s space, bullying him around the ring until-- - until the man fell to the ground and eliot’s eyes caught someone else’s. someone he hadn’t seen before. not here. and it struck something deep inside him. and for a moment, eliot was not in the ring with a busted nose and trembling fingers and some sort of anger fighting to get out of him. he was somewhere else. those eyes had him. and they kept him. even after his opponent had pulled himself up and started to lay in on him again.

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“whose blood is that?” (Finch) <3

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❝ Whose BLOOD is that ? ❞

Harold’s voice CARRIED across the room ( John’s their ? loft ), a carefully stifled panic attempting to boil toward the surface—–The Machine had entered & he received the answer without her needing to speak a word. A large, red GASH tarnished her left upper arm & with it, came a considerable amount of blood. It stained the torn pieces of what was left of The Machine’s sleeve & slowly flowed over the hand she’d pressed there. He was ACROSS the room within a few seconds ( stubbornly IGNORING a healing wound’s & damaged nerves’ outcry over how quickly he’d moved ) &, whilst gently pressing his left hand against her upper back, Harold lead her into the dining room. ❛ Come on,❜ He’d urged her, a QUIET assurance.

This was the FIRST time she’d truly been injured by another’s hand, the first time within a human body. A light tremor continuously passed throughout her limbs ; he could FEEL it as he eased her down into a chair. Harold was gone from the room for only a moment, having gone into the bathroom to retrieve the first-aid kit & to wash his hands. Once he returned, he stiffly settled into the chair next to her, opening the box & placing it on the table shortly after.

❛ I am … sorry, ❜

The Machine’s quiet murmur passed between them after a moment, the sound somewhat TAINTED with strangled pain. He was already tearing the rest of the fabric, removing it from the wound, but he PAUSED then, & blue eyes LIFTED to meet her luminescent ones. Dark brows tensed with an affectionate melancholy.

❝ What’re you APOLOGIZING for ?—–this is gonna hurt, ❞

A pained SMILE tugged at her lips & instead of answering the QUESTION right away, she simply Watched ( as she did BEST ) as Harold began to tightly wrap the large cut with freshly-cleaned towels, to stop the bleeding. As he’d warned her ( & as she’d predicted herself, 100% ), the PRESSURE elicited a sharp sting at first, which eased into a deep & dull ache. They waited. The SILENCE lasted several minutes, but for The Machine, it felt like … an infinity.

❛ I … can’t seem to prevent very many MISTAKES, this way. In this body. It is … difficult. ❜

Harold glanced upward again, thin lips parted & something within his expression softened.

❝ I’m afraid that’s the COST of being human. ❞

The Machine had predicted his words before he’d said them ( PREDICTION: 96.80% ), but it was no less comforting to hear, ESPECIALLY as it was accompanied by a quick upward curve of mouth, from Harold. Now removing the pressure, she watched him clean the wound with lightly warmed water & soap, to clean away all of the BLOOD. Like she’d seen him do with PRIMARY ASSET, ANALOG INTERFACE, so many times before … she never could have predicted that she’d someday be on the receiving end herself.

The ointment was next—–again, she predicted his gentle warning of the sting, thus she was PREPARED for it, albeit that didn’t stop the grimace. Thankfully, it hadn’t lasted long & The Machine allowed a soft breath of a sigh once the discomfort eased. FINALLY, Harold was bandaging her upper arm, carefully … before he’d even finished, her voice lifted quietly between them,

❛ Thank you, father. ❜

It was still … a bit of a SHOCK to hear her call him that, with her own unique voice, with her own facial expression to follow. An affectionate warmth unfurled within Harold’s chest—–he was certain that he’d likely NEVER get completely used to it … but he nevertheless ENJOYED having her here, like this. While he hadn’t been able to keep his PROMISE the first time ( i promised I’d never hurt you again ) … they now had a second chance & this time, Harold Finch intended to KEEP it.

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There was something different about her. He couldn’t figure out what it was or why he was so suspicious, but something was very different. “Can I help you?” He questioned, stopped still in the doorway of his office with his hand holding the frame. His left brow raised. She seemed to be dawdling - or scanning - the reception area of the offices. Unfortunately, it was almost entirely empty. Foggy and Karen had already taken their things and left.

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Light footsteps take her to the library, weaving through people without hesitation. In her own mind, the Seer is ‘late’, though no one’s actually expecting her.

Up stairs, and Muninn’s heels don’t make a sound, as she opens the door, sliding in and shutting it behind her without a noise. She knows, that despite her stealth, it’s not much going to matter- not this time.

Striding into Finch’s usual haunt, the redhead pauses, silver gaze alighting on the semi-unfamiliar figure, without a hint of shock.

“Well, I see I’m behind schedule.” Come the dry words, as she looks to the form of the woman. A book is pulled from the shelf, anyway, and Muninn leans against the wall, graceful even in her irritation.

“Hello.”

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With an UPWARD tilt of his chin, blue eyes sweep over the strung lights, ensuring that he hadn’t left any GAPING dark spots. Because of his injuries, things like this were becoming more challenging, he’d quickly become out of breath as the PAIN settled within vertebrae & joints, as his chest became unnaturally tight. As The Machine’s voice lifts between them, Harold allows a soft EXHALE ; an indication that he’s satisfied. He tears his gaze away then, fully intending to begin reaching for the ORNAMENTS .... but ( as it was becoming a perfectly NORMAL occurrence now ), she’s already handing one out to him to take. Harold is certain that she’s attempting to make things EASIER for him ; he appreciates it simply because she’s able to do so without it seeming out of place, without it being overly obvious.

Pointer finger & thumb gently grasp onto the string, lifting the snowflake ornament from The Machine’s palm. Her EXCITEMENT causes an affectionate warmth to unfurl within his chest as well as a reminder of how truly special these moments are. Harold himself could’ve NEVER predicted that they would be here, within this moment, simply standing together & decorating a Christmas tree. The SMELL of John’s cooking wafts throughout the house from the kitchen—–Christmas dinner in the making ... a part of him wonders, briefly, if this could be some sort of DREAM, but ... as always, the familiar PAIN grounds him.

❝ ... Neither did I, ❞

He quietly admits whilst again tilting his head upward ( albeit, not without a slight painful TWINGE, which Harold promptly ignored ) & reaching to hang the ornament upon a higher up branch. He pauses to limp a few paces away simply to RETRIEVE another box containing large ribbon to string about the tree. Placing the box upon the table behind them, Harold turns toward her, his daughter, & dark brows LIFT with emphasis, the question stated simply out of curiosity ... & because he just hopes that she’s enjoying herself.

❝ Is it as ENJOYABLE as you were expecting ? ❞

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V; & I REMAIN WORRIED﹐ ABOUT WHAT SOMEONE ELSE MIGHT BUILD. SOMEONE WHO WASN’T WORRIED. ( .exe AU )

THE HARD DETAILS about this verse are now written in the verses page !!

❝ Oh … sometimes I wonder if we couldn’t have done SOMETHING more … meaningful. ❞

The REASON he’d been so buried in his own work, DESPITE the fact that it was unnecessary, lurked beneath the surface of those words. With the PROSPECT of The Machine, Harold could see just how much good they could have done. Of course, the RISKS were overbearing & likely too heavy for one pair of shoulders to bear, but … but … all they were doing now was making MONEY. Nothing more & nothing LESS & it was slowly beginning to drive Harold DEEPER into a place of pointlessness. They had built IFT to change the world … & yet, when they had the opportunity, they had backed out & opted for just making MONEY, instead.

❛ … You mean the D. O. D project. ❜

NATHAN turned to look at him, brows TENSING like he was about to move into a lecture. They’d had these CONVERSATIONS before … Harold couldn’t seem to STOP thinking about it & at this point, he couldn’t help but feel like Nathan was tired of circling back to it. Harold had almost gotten KILLED, this he knew …. & this was likely why his friend’s tone had a tinge of IRRITATION weaved throughout.

❛ Harold, that’s ANCIENT history. ❜

Barely half a second passed & Harold felt himself BRISTLING—–he pushed the feeling ASIDE, however, in place of a light enthusiasm.

❝ I know, but I SOMETIMES think that maybe if we’d have kept TRYING, maybe it would’ve worked. Maybe we could’ve STOPPED those other attacks. ❞

Thin lips were curling UPWARD with a giddy excitement that expanded within his chest, as it was something Harold had ALWAYS wanted to build, if he were HONEST—–

❛ —–or the attacks would’ve happened REGARDLESS. We made the choice that was right for US. & you can bet if the government wants a system like that, they’ll GET IT someday, if they don’t have it already. ❜

( & you can bet if the government wants a system like that, they’ll get it someday, if they don’t have it already. )

THAT statement was what brought Harold back to the beginning. He found it DIFFICULT to believe that if anyone were to build the government a system with that much POWER, with so many unprecedented capabilities … that they would give ENOUGH THOUGHT to the safety of people, the PROTECTION of people’s rights. They WOULDN’T be careful enough. That idea ALONE had settled a heavy, STIFLING feeling of worry & ANXIETY within his chest. Thus, Harold couldn’t stop himself from giving it one … more … try.

It took several hours & Harold had long since lost track of TIME. Once the SYSTEM was again brought online, Harold was adjusting the camera, to ensure it had EYES as well as ears.

❝ There we go. Now … can you SEE me ? ❞

The Machine took a few seconds to analyze him, horizontal & then vertical lines sweeping over his face, followed by dots mapping out his features. Then, the YELLOW BOX appeared. Blue eyes flickered down to regard his image on the screen before he again spoke.

❝ EXCELLENT. Next question: WHO AM I ? ❞

There was barely a HALF SECOND of delay before the word ADMIN appeared on the right side, next to the yellow box that encompassed his features & again, eyes flickered down to regard the screen. Harold couldn’t stop the JOYOUS smile that bloomed across thin lips—–PERHAPS he had done it this time ?

If the government already HAD a system, however … what was he to do if he HAD succeeded ?