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[jumpthegun]

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[jumpthegun]

I think you're a man who needs to be locked up, Mr. Gray. Nothing more and nothing less. In lieu of that, I'd like people I trust you won't be able to manipulate watching you. Natasha will be with Clint.

[termineur]

I only take being locked up as a challenge, John. Trust me, there are a lot less deaths doing things this way.

Regardless, this sounds all right. Maybe I'll get along with Natasha better than I did with you. I'll try to keep working on getting us out of here, along with everyone else. The less distracted we are, the better.

[jumpthegun]

It's Dr. Watson, Mr. Gray. I'll leave trusting you off the table for just now, but I'll look forward to hearing from you, I'm sure.

[termineur]

There was never any trust on your end, Doctor, not even when you relied on trust from mine.

Goodbye, John.

[jumpthegun]

You're a power-hungry, serial-killing bastard.

[And with that, John disconnects in a highly mature fashion.]