“Yeah. Her thinking that we’re assholes is our fault too. Mine and Martin. She thinks that we didn’t do enough to warn her and Melanie is probably right. We didn’t. But then again we couldn’t really, not with Elias there and waiting to pounce on yet another fucked up person for the archives to eat off of.” While Tim’s words have no shortness of bitterness; it’s the sort that comes from one’s own regrets and not a malice that he’s placing at Jon’s feet. There’s enough blame to go around here, and Tim knows that he’s willing to take the lion’s share of that one.
“Good.” Tim says it to both things, but he’s not intending for it to be something that goes against Jon. Rather he’s thinking about Daisy versus Elias; even if she can’t kill the head of the Institute than at least she could hurt him. Of course the theatre and that fucking clown were always going to come first on the list of monsters he wants to take out, but at this point Elias Bouchard is a very very close third.
“There’s got to be somewhere that we can plan that he can’t hear us, yeah? I mean I can be a distraction but eventually he’s going to stop finding it amusing to come and poke my scabs about things.”
"It's not entirely your fault, Elias saw an easy mark." He'd needed more cannon fodder if Jon was going to go through assistants the way Gertrude had. Not that Jon would ever make the same calls that she had for his team. Even Melanie, who openly disliked him. If that was a reason for someone to deserve to die, he's pretty sure he'd be the cause of death for every person he'd ever met.
"I'm not sure how far his power extends," Jon said, taking a sip of his cider. "However, if the tape recorders do not show up here, it might indicate that this place is beyond his reach somehow. Is there anywhere else where they don't show up?" Sometimes, Jon wonders if he is the reason for their activation, although he has listened to enough tapes to understand that he is not their only target. He lowers the bottle slowly, fixing Tim with a somber look. "Does he know about your brother?"
Some of the air deflates from Tim as Jon’s question forces him to think of both his beloved brother and their bastard boss at the same time. He sounds exhausted. “I don’t know if Elias knows why I came to the Institute. I thought I had covered my tracks pretty well because I was worried that it might have disqualified me from working here. And that had made me laugh before, let me tell ya, mate. Sometimes I think I should have come right out and said it to his face just to see what he’d do. But that would have just been me giving a statement and not signing my soul away.”
Tim pauses and takes a drink. “After everything Elias did to Melanie and likely Daisy too,” he can still remember Martin’s voice as he insisted that the murder cop had looked like she’d seen a ghost when she’d torn out of trying to interview Elias. He also knows that no one would have told him if they’d found out after that just given his response to the everything of it all. Tim wouldn’t blame them for that and he doesn’t. “He probably does, or at least he could find it out easily enough. I guess I just haven’t made myself inconvenient enough yet.”
If the two of them weren’t coming up with this plan to stop Elias, Tim probably would have used that thought in order to provoke the bastard, but he files that thought away for later. For now they have other things to worry about. “Wait,” he says after a moment. “When Prentiss attacked, you needed to grab the recorder before we went into the tunnels, yeah? And I had to grab one to go in the tunnels after ya with Martin. The tape recorders work, but do they show up there?”
Jon knows that Elias has used his knowledge about the others to hurt them. Melanie's run-in with him had been particularly cruel, and the thought of it makes his teeth grind. He doesn't want him to be able to hurt Tim in the same way, even if he's positive it would only make Tim angrier. "Let's not give him a reason to use it against you," he says after a moment.
Jon thinks back to the Prentiss attack and the mindless need that had driven him to grab the recorder. He now recognises that his actions were driven by something outside of himself, although he didn't realise it at the time. "No," he says slowly. "I don't think they do."
"He hadn't known about Leitner down there, either," Jon says after a moment. "Otherwise, he would've removed him as a threat sooner." He looks back at Tim. "We should test it to be sure."
Despite the amount that Timothy Stoker had put away before Jon had gotten there, and the drinks they’ve had together, Tim feels very sober, and he latches onto the idea of going to check. Checking now seems imperative if only because he doesn’t want Elias to end up figuring out that the two of them were on the same side before they’ve actually some sort of workable plan; the bastard already knows far too many things that he’s not supposed to know.
Pulling a wad of notes out of his pocket, Tim doesn’t bother to count it out before he pulls out his phone. Despite it being late, he sends out another text message. The response isn’t instant, but it is quick and it does cause Tim to grin. “According to Rosie,” because clearly Tim checks in with her fairly often about this. “Elias is at a fundraising event in Glasgow. He’s not going to be back until Sunday.”
Does Tim know he doesn’t need to actually be at the Institute to use his bullshit bastard abilities? Of course he does. But it’s a lot harder to stop them from where he is if Elias knew what Tim and Jon were actually up too. Pulling on his coat, Tim asks. “Got a better time to try and see, boss?”
Jon watches as Tim pulls out his money and his phone. He has an inkling of where his mind is going, and so he hastily takes a long pull from his drink before following Tim's lead and getting to his feet. He hadn't even bothered taking off his coat when he'd sat down.
There's a small rush of hope at the fact that Tim wants to be within five feet of him without tearing his head off. He tries to tamp it down, knowing that even if they're on the same side, it doesn't mean he's forgiven for the part he's played in all of this. Still, he gives Tim a rare smile and shakes his head. "No. Let's go."
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“Yeah. Her thinking that we’re assholes is our fault too. Mine and Martin. She thinks that we didn’t do enough to warn her and Melanie is probably right. We didn’t. But then again we couldn’t really, not with Elias there and waiting to pounce on yet another fucked up person for the archives to eat off of.” While Tim’s words have no shortness of bitterness; it’s the sort that comes from one’s own regrets and not a malice that he’s placing at Jon’s feet. There’s enough blame to go around here, and Tim knows that he’s willing to take the lion’s share of that one.
“Good.” Tim says it to both things, but he’s not intending for it to be something that goes against Jon. Rather he’s thinking about Daisy versus Elias; even if she can’t kill the head of the Institute than at least she could hurt him. Of course the theatre and that fucking clown were always going to come first on the list of monsters he wants to take out, but at this point Elias Bouchard is a very very close third.
“There’s got to be somewhere that we can plan that he can’t hear us, yeah? I mean I can be a distraction but eventually he’s going to stop finding it amusing to come and poke my scabs about things.”
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"I'm not sure how far his power extends," Jon said, taking a sip of his cider. "However, if the tape recorders do not show up here, it might indicate that this place is beyond his reach somehow. Is there anywhere else where they don't show up?" Sometimes, Jon wonders if he is the reason for their activation, although he has listened to enough tapes to understand that he is not their only target. He lowers the bottle slowly, fixing Tim with a somber look. "Does he know about your brother?"
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Some of the air deflates from Tim as Jon’s question forces him to think of both his beloved brother and their bastard boss at the same time. He sounds exhausted. “I don’t know if Elias knows why I came to the Institute. I thought I had covered my tracks pretty well because I was worried that it might have disqualified me from working here. And that had made me laugh before, let me tell ya, mate. Sometimes I think I should have come right out and said it to his face just to see what he’d do. But that would have just been me giving a statement and not signing my soul away.”
Tim pauses and takes a drink. “After everything Elias did to Melanie and likely Daisy too,” he can still remember Martin’s voice as he insisted that the murder cop had looked like she’d seen a ghost when she’d torn out of trying to interview Elias. He also knows that no one would have told him if they’d found out after that just given his response to the everything of it all. Tim wouldn’t blame them for that and he doesn’t. “He probably does, or at least he could find it out easily enough. I guess I just haven’t made myself inconvenient enough yet.”
If the two of them weren’t coming up with this plan to stop Elias, Tim probably would have used that thought in order to provoke the bastard, but he files that thought away for later. For now they have other things to worry about. “Wait,” he says after a moment. “When Prentiss attacked, you needed to grab the recorder before we went into the tunnels, yeah? And I had to grab one to go in the tunnels after ya with Martin. The tape recorders work, but do they show up there?”
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Jon thinks back to the Prentiss attack and the mindless need that had driven him to grab the recorder. He now recognises that his actions were driven by something outside of himself, although he didn't realise it at the time. "No," he says slowly. "I don't think they do."
"He hadn't known about Leitner down there, either," Jon says after a moment. "Otherwise, he would've removed him as a threat sooner." He looks back at Tim. "We should test it to be sure."
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Pulling a wad of notes out of his pocket, Tim doesn’t bother to count it out before he pulls out his phone. Despite it being late, he sends out another text message. The response isn’t instant, but it is quick and it does cause Tim to grin. “According to Rosie,” because clearly Tim checks in with her fairly often about this. “Elias is at a fundraising event in Glasgow. He’s not going to be back until Sunday.”
Does Tim know he doesn’t need to actually be at the Institute to use his bullshit bastard abilities? Of course he does. But it’s a lot harder to stop them from where he is if Elias knew what Tim and Jon were actually up too. Pulling on his coat, Tim asks. “Got a better time to try and see, boss?”
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There's a small rush of hope at the fact that Tim wants to be within five feet of him without tearing his head off. He tries to tamp it down, knowing that even if they're on the same side, it doesn't mean he's forgiven for the part he's played in all of this. Still, he gives Tim a rare smile and shakes his head. "No. Let's go."