[ If this is a game of chicken in terms of getting Harold to admit what he knows about Maria now, he is not going to be the one to flinch. Harold Finch even under immense duress does not share a single piece of information he doesn't mean to share. ]
[ This is genuinely the most perplexing possible explanation Vincent could've gone with. He automatically falls back to sarcasm as he tries to figure out how to deal with it. ]
You might want to practice your friendly overtures, in that case. Saying it took you months to even want to do it is not doing you any favors in the attempt.
It was about the time when I first came to this place... I felt it was important to get established and make connections.
[ Was that so long ago? More than half a year has gone by... ]
I realize that was pointless since my personality is what it is. I wouldn't have been able to maintain anything long-term so I decided to be more true to myself since that time.
[ Harold is bemused to realize he can identify with this, at least a little bit. ]
I also considered a more elaborate cover, and tried at first to appear wholly innocuous, [ he admits reluctantly. ] But like you I determined that was likely to be pointless.
This is a closed environment with an incredibly small community; we'd eventually be found out and painted untrustworthy.
Exactly. There's no point to it. It's best to just be how we are and let the chips fall where they may. We still are going to do what we're going to do, yes?
[ He's really not sure how he feels about that either. Harold pauses momentarily before continuing. ]
Well, there's no need to make a public display of anything. [ Says Harold 'very private person' Finch. ] But in individual conversations... I'm afraid we're quite stuck with each other, so we might as well, [ he sighs. ]
No, I have no desire for that, either. [ He is already waving his hand. ] Yes, we are stuck with each other because both of us have our -- [ He is swirling his hand in the air as he comes up with the word. ] -- connections with Maria.
[ He squints at the space ahead of him, and wonders if Heather has mentioned anything, he hopes not. ]
[ He doesn't mind the sassing, though he'd meant they're stuck with each other based on how small the population is here and how tightly packed they are. But he can't say anything about that when Vincent finishes with that kind of sentence. ]
I really don't. How is she a gift from God? What God?
[ It really says something about his exposure to Root that he doesn't automatically assume the her in this case is Maria. And he isn't going to flinch and accidentally reveal what Maria told him, just in case this is a fishing expedition in any way -- not to mention, it's rude to share someone's secrets in any case. ]
Are you asking what I know about God? Let's assume nothing.
Whatever Ms. Maria may have told me, I will not be sharing it with others.
[ Well, he's told John something, but that almost doesn't count. They both care for her, which means sharing personal information is a measure of protection. She still reads as close to being a number for them both, someone they'd unequivocally be trying to protect, and in that regard they never withhold information from one another. ]
If you wish to speak about it, feel free, but I will not be disclosing a friend's secrets.
She told me that she told you something of import, but it seems like perhaps, she didn't.
[ Was that just to get him to appreciate and try to get along with Harold? He makes a noise in the back of his throat since it seems like she really does like him. His head tilts to the side as he weighs what matters more to him -- how irritating he finds the man or how Maria (and technically, Heather) feel about him.
Unfortunately, as his eye twitches uncomfortably, his feelings are out of the equation. ]
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[ If this is a game of chicken in terms of getting Harold to admit what he knows about Maria now, he is not going to be the one to flinch. Harold Finch even under immense duress does not share a single piece of information he doesn't mean to share. ]
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[ Vincent died to protect her and Heather, so she must be important to him. ]
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[ Because that would be extremely weird. ]
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However, I had to muster up the desire to do so... as such this is months overdue.
[ That much is fine, yes? ]
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You might want to practice your friendly overtures, in that case. Saying it took you months to even want to do it is not doing you any favors in the attempt.
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[ This is both true and sort of a test; is he really trying to be friendly? ]
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Very well. How did you come to know Ms. Maria? I realize you're friends, but it's hard for me to picture how that occurred.
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[ Was that so long ago? More than half a year has gone by... ]
I realize that was pointless since my personality is what it is. I wouldn't have been able to maintain anything long-term so I decided to be more true to myself since that time.
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I also considered a more elaborate cover, and tried at first to appear wholly innocuous, [ he admits reluctantly. ] But like you I determined that was likely to be pointless.
This is a closed environment with an incredibly small community; we'd eventually be found out and painted untrustworthy.
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[ He isn't sure how he feels about that, but -- ]
Exactly. There's no point to it. It's best to just be how we are and let the chips fall where they may. We still are going to do what we're going to do, yes?
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[ He's really not sure how he feels about that either. Harold pauses momentarily before continuing. ]
Well, there's no need to make a public display of anything. [ Says Harold 'very private person' Finch. ] But in individual conversations... I'm afraid we're quite stuck with each other, so we might as well, [ he sighs. ]
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[ There is a smile in his voice, at least. ]
No, I have no desire for that, either. [ He is already waving his hand. ] Yes, we are stuck with each other because both of us have our -- [ He is swirling his hand in the air as he comes up with the word. ] -- connections with Maria.
[ He squints at the space ahead of him, and wonders if Heather has mentioned anything, he hopes not. ]
Anyway, she is a gift from God, you understand.
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I really don't. How is she a gift from God? What God?
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He makes a sound in the back of his throat since he knows how he sounds and pauses. ]
Sorry. What do you know about her?
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Are you asking what I know about God? Let's assume nothing.
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[ He lets out a long sigh. ]
Do you understand how irritating that you're being? To someone who is worried about the same person that you are?
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Ms. Maria is doing wonderfully here.
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[ Is he using his own death to win something? Probably. Why not? ]
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Whatever Ms. Maria may have told me, I will not be sharing it with others.
[ Well, he's told John something, but that almost doesn't count. They both care for her, which means sharing personal information is a measure of protection. She still reads as close to being a number for them both, someone they'd unequivocally be trying to protect, and in that regard they never withhold information from one another. ]
If you wish to speak about it, feel free, but I will not be disclosing a friend's secrets.
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[ Was that just to get him to appreciate and try to get along with Harold? He makes a noise in the back of his throat since it seems like she really does like him. His head tilts to the side as he weighs what matters more to him -- how irritating he finds the man or how Maria (and technically, Heather) feel about him.
Unfortunately, as his eye twitches uncomfortably, his feelings are out of the equation. ]
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I will work with you should anything happen that'll cause harm to Maria. Fair?
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