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"This, is my design..." Elliot stood with his eyes closed a moment to gather himself.
"Our design, kiddo. I'll never fathom why you continue to do this shit for Gideon; at his beck and call. You know you're only his pawn in this giant fucked up chess game we call reality, so why not take my advice and tip the board?"
"We've talked about this," Elliot shook his head as if riding himself of cobwebs, "So long as you insist on being here and we're able to do... What we do; then we may as well-"
"Lock up some bad guys, yeah I get it." Mr. Robot, lounging against the far wall takes off his cap and runs his fingers through his hair; sighing he says, "I just worry about you. You haven't slept in days-"
Elliot cuts him off, "I sleep," he retorts indignantly.
"With waking nightmares; dont kid me, we share the same conciousness."
Scowling Elliot walks to the victims bedroom door ready to cut this conversation short
"Wait, I'm just here to protect you, kid. I only want you safe."
Looking back at Mr. Robot Elliot shakes his head and leaves the room.