[ Carver doesn't respond immediately, just holds very still and calculates. Taking the information that's given to him, wondering where the test is. There's always a test, he knows, and he swallows back the anxiety twisting through his core at the thought. These people have different rules.
It would take exceptional circumstances, Harold Finch says, for either of us to refuse us.
This is not a comfort. This is a promise. You better not fuck this up, son, Pope's voice hisses in his ear. Don't fail me again.
His fingers twitch. ]
You don't need me to trust you. You just need me to do my job.
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It would take exceptional circumstances, Harold Finch says, for either of us to refuse us.
This is not a comfort. This is a promise. You better not fuck this up, son, Pope's voice hisses in his ear. Don't fail me again.
His fingers twitch. ]
You don't need me to trust you. You just need me to do my job.