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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[devoutish]

It is not. Make no fucking mistake, we're all stuck here with each other, and you do not exist in a fucking bubble. What you do, what he does, it's gonna affect the rest of us. If he can't be reasoned with and he has an outburst, we get the blowback. Protecting his privacy is not worth risking our fucking safety, and you are not a good, noble man for thinking otherwise.

[peacemongering]

[He goes quiet for a moment, long enough to be thinking back over the course of the entire conversation.]

I was very specific about not using gender, and you would be wise not to make assumptions in that light. Women are less likely to be reduced to violent behaviour, but they can.

If the issue of privacy bothers you most, why do the doctors keep doctor-patient confidentiality here when the benefits affect us all?

[devoutish]

[He's right, and Alfie quietly runs over his list of potentials again. He comes up with nothing, which means if it is a woman - or a man that's not Stein or Bucky, or maybe Beckett or Sylar - it's someone unexpected. And that annoys him even more.]

They shouldn't, if it is something very useful. But we are not talking about that now. We're talking about you.

[peacemongering]

And with no suggestions on rectifying the situation beyond what I myself have come to the conclusion of, I suppose I now consider this more a warning than anything.

Please keep safe, Mr. Solomons. You and those travelling with you.

[devoutish]

Give me a name, and it's a warning. Give me better information, and you can have your suggestions.

[peacemongering]

This is not a negotiation, and I will not compromise their identity if it can be solved without violence. And if I'm wrong, you will have your name, sir.

[devoutish]

If it can't be solved without violence, I'll be sure to let your collateral damage know exactly who they can blame.

[peacemongering]

[It was good to get to know the measure of another man personally. Such a delight.]

I see the my attempt at finding confidence in you was misplaced. I apologize for wasting both of our time on this matter. Good day, Mr. Solomons.

[devoutish]

It fucking was, yeah.