[ The comment causes Harold to twitch, and he looks over at Carver irritably. ]
Okay for you, maybe, [ he says in a pointed tone. But he doesn't press it; Harold Finch indeed knows the weight of that better than most. He isn't trying to win an argument, just indicate that the death itself would not be inherently okay on its face.
He straightens up and tucks the photograph into his inner jacket pocket. ]
Nathan said something to me before he died: everyone is relevant to someone. I've taken it as a dictum, that there's no one whose loss wouldn't be missed. I count your people, as you put it, among that number.
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Okay for you, maybe, [ he says in a pointed tone. But he doesn't press it; Harold Finch indeed knows the weight of that better than most. He isn't trying to win an argument, just indicate that the death itself would not be inherently okay on its face.
He straightens up and tucks the photograph into his inner jacket pocket. ]
Nathan said something to me before he died: everyone is relevant to someone. I've taken it as a dictum, that there's no one whose loss wouldn't be missed. I count your people, as you put it, among that number.
If I can provide for them here, I will.