This whole thing only started up since we got into Hsiaoke Pass properly. [John butchers the pronunciation on that a bit.] All of these bad things with the Prophet. I really don't understand. I thought they were meant to be helping us, that it was that little girl, Sam.
Mm... I think Beckett was talking about that possibility with someone. It's looking more and more plausible. But it still feels like there's more to it than that. Like something's trying to fight whatever it is taking over the system--taking over us.
As the one fighting against whatever's destroying Norfinbury? Maybe. I just don't know, Alfie. She's not terribly trustworthy, but no one else is, either. We've gotten barely any information from her. But she's never come off as actively malicious.
Mm... But you use what resources are at your disposal. If they can only be tools to us, then we'll just have to be careful how we use them. [He doesn't like talking about people that way, but John is a practical man and they're getting burned past the point where he can treat people like the Admin and Miller and Winter as much more than pieces in this game. The queen, knight, and rook to their pawns.
I'm only with Sy-Mr. Taylor right now. Sherlock isn't responded to his texts. I'm going down to the fire station to try to find him there. Mr. Taylor's staying at the aquarium to catch him if he passes through there. [Mr. Taylor had better be doing that.] I think it'll be the same group if- [There's a pause and John consciously changes.] When we find him, it'll be the pair of us and Mr. Taylor. We're heading north to look at some house Dr. House told Mr. Taylor about.
Sherlock murdered him last night. Hell if I know why he wants to stick around us after that, but he does. He didn't seem like he was out for revenge, either. Thought that might be it at first, but... maybe it's an act. But he doesn't seem angry or upset about much of any of it. Honestly, it's kinda creepy in it's own way.
He's had ample opportunity to get back at me, as well. I threw a scalpel at his arm last night, too. All he did was film me acting like a maniac. I really don't understand him, Alfie.
You are, right now, talking to someone who is very good at hiding what he's thinking and waiting for the right moment to strike. And I'm not the only one, mate. Be careful.
I will be, but thankfully, I don't think he's quite as capable as you are on that front. We were gonna have to split up to look and wait for Sherlock, and I don't want him going down where that anomaly is and getting ideas.
[John sighs.]
I need traveling companions who aren't self-professed sociopaths.
[Awkward as it would be to admit, he'd like traveling with Alfie and Fiona best. Even with the rows, he still had Fiona to talk to after and he and Alfie have balanced out over time. Here, he has to be constantly watching his back with Sylar and making sure Sherlock does't do something completely idiotic in his general capacity as a genius.]
Oh, f-! [John would slap his own face if he didn't know it would hurt like hell.]
I need to call Sheena, make sure she's all right. [He'd been so worried about Sherlock, Sheena had slipped his mind. As most of her girlfriends tended to do around Sherlock...]
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[He's not convinced.]
These people, right, they talk in half truths; they don't give straight answers.
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[There's some optimism for you, Alfie.]
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[And he sounds a little surprised by it, but definitely not displeased.]
Who are you traveling with, now?
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Sherlock murdered him last night. Hell if I know why he wants to stick around us after that, but he does. He didn't seem like he was out for revenge, either. Thought that might be it at first, but... maybe it's an act. But he doesn't seem angry or upset about much of any of it. Honestly, it's kinda creepy in it's own way.
He's had ample opportunity to get back at me, as well. I threw a scalpel at his arm last night, too. All he did was film me acting like a maniac. I really don't understand him, Alfie.
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[John sighs.]
I need traveling companions who aren't self-professed sociopaths.
[Awkward as it would be to admit, he'd like traveling with Alfie and Fiona best. Even with the rows, he still had Fiona to talk to after and he and Alfie have balanced out over time. Here, he has to be constantly watching his back with Sylar and making sure Sherlock does't do something completely idiotic in his general capacity as a genius.]
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[But, he thinks, he also clearly likes it.]
We did well enough, when it was us.
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[Many weeks ago.]
I think we'd be okay now, but I'd... rather not chance staying together too long between the anomalies and the Prophet.
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[He's teasing you about Sheena, John.]
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Oh, f-! [John would slap his own face if he didn't know it would hurt like hell.]
I need to call Sheena, make sure she's all right. [He'd been so worried about Sherlock, Sheena had slipped his mind. As most of her girlfriends tended to do around Sherlock...]
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