#we should probably discuss how much Gemma Knows abt TM and stuff bc Harold is so reluctant to share that information ya kno

[fatherofmachine]

“I can’t ever expect your forgiveness.“ (Maybe after years passed and he finds out what shes been up to?)

@griim | ALTERED CARBON IX; sentence prompts ( ALWAYS ACCEPTING ).

   His gaze, long-since having grown weary—especially within the last two years—swept down, a subtle tilt of head following to indicate that he was listening. Gemma had returned to them, but only after she heard Greer speak their names aloud, conveying his—Samaritan's, really, but their goals were one and the same—desire for their capture ... or their death. Harold had no doubt whatsoever that it would end up being both.

   Naturally, the others had taken unfortunate, but necessary, precautions when she arrived to ensure her finding them wasn't some kind of trap. Confiscating any firearms, her phone, as well as patting her down to ensure she didn't have some other way to communicate with Samaritan. While Harold certainly didn’t like that it was necessary, Gemma’s decisions over their years apart didn’t give them much choice in the matter.

   The chill of New York city seeped into every inch of the subway; the concrete especially and in doing so, ensured it too would penetrate deep into damaged vertebrae. A piercing cold pain that had worsened as the night wore on bombarded Harold, but ... he was beginning to get accustomed to it. "We all make mistakes," He offered after a long pause, speaking with a measured, careful tone. "I've made more than my fair share.”

   Shifting his feet stiffly, he turned the computer chair where he resided in order to face her, blue eyes sweeping upward to catch Gemma's own. Dark brows arched upward with emphasis, the expression conveying something wary; something heavily guarded. Harold, along with the others, were much less living than surviving as best they were able and any slight misstep could ignite an all-consuming, searing flame. They would all vanish without a trace; The Machine may be the only one of them that would survive that, but it would no doubt be consumed as well. Just ... differently. The Machine as he’d created it would cease to exist all the same. The mere idea of it sharpened his resolve, however—he could not let that happen.

   “Trust is something I don’t come by easily, Gemma, and for good reason. That’s our most pressing concern. I think it’s time we have a talk about Samaritan.”