Company Policy ;; 001

[morallycomfy]

[It's twenty years ago, and you find yourself on a deserted bridge. There's a car behind you, which might be how you got there, and a gun in your hand, pointed at one Noah Bennet. He doesn't beg for mercy, or plead his case, but only opens his arms out, giving you a perfect shot to his heart.]Do it. Shoot. You and I both know it's the only way

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[blueshocks]

[Elle seems disappointed as she throws the gun away.] You know, if we were going to test that out, electrocuting you to death would of been a lot more fun.

[morallycomfy]

I didn't exactly... know that would happen. [He looks up, concern writ over his face.]

[blueshocks]

Then why did you make me shoot you? That just seems retarded.

[morallycomfy]

My death was the only way to ensure her safety. You know that, Elle.

[blueshocks]

Figures this is about Claire. When is it not?

[morallycomfy]

She's the most important thing.

[blueshocks]

Of course. Claire's the best. Everyone loves Claire.

[morallycomfy]

She's an innocent girl, Elle. And my daughter. It's my job to love her; to think she's the best.

[blueshocks]

Everyone thinks she's the best. Wants to protect her innocence. Like she's something special or something.

[morallycomfy]

She is special. I'm giving you three seconds to change the subject.

[blueshocks]

Or what?

[morallycomfy]

Or I'll leave. [He doesn't know exactly what he means by that, but he leaves it hanging in the air.]

[blueshocks]

You know, I've been in a few of these shared dream situations now, the whole leaving thing isn't as easy as you think.

[morallycomfy]

... These are dreams?

[blueshocks]

Yep. Don't worry, it took the rest of a while to figure it out too.

[morallycomfy]

How? A .. shared dreaming ability? Another illusionist?