He could have let me leave. In which case I would have returned in a few days once this mess had worn off, and neither of us would have ended up getting shot.

Yes, because the small possibility that something /might/ have happened offworld justifies electrocuting me and shattering my right knee cap, and trying to do the same for the left.

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He made the point that he would use force to stop me before I did anything.

I thought he was going to /kill me/, Elena. You know how the company used to deal with traitors.

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If you're going to spend the next week or two glaring at me over this, I'm going to ask Sheska if I can stay with her. At least there isn't a set of stairs to get to the kitchen there.

Running away? Endeavoring to avoid a long, pointless argument is 'running away' now? If I could bring back the other me so you could interrogate him, I would, although I'm not sure how much you'd like that, honestly.

You don't know me as well as you think, Elena.

Perhaps because they've put the effort in.

You know what Tseng....

I'm done with this.

Completely.