[ She rolls her eyes at him. ] Not that kind of special relationship. What we have is so far beyond the physical.
[ Root has nothing against sex, but that's such a depressingly shallow way to think of Harold Finch when there's so much more. He's going to -- already has -- changed the course of human history and the world itself.
[ Root is pretty sure he hasn't been told about the Machine yet -- she's on a need-to-know basis, and why would he need to know? -- so she isn't about to get into that. ]
I'm a fan of his work. We've gotten closer since then.
[ That makes her sound like a freaky stalker, which is exactly true, as it turns out. She intentionally flips the questioning around, answering shortly and then getting mildly provocative, carelessly tossing her hair as she walks. ]
I want to hear all about your layers. [ Actually true. Root doesn't give shovel talks; she gives extremely well-crafted and scalpel-precise threats that she has every intention of following through on if need be. ]
Oh, Root, you'll just have to get to know me. [It was forbidden to talk about himself in any meaningful way in the Reapers and he can't quite shed that.]
Isn't that what I'm doing? [ she shoots back with amusement.
Does Root have hobbies, though? She has to think about that one, choosing to answer honestly. It's still such a novelty that she has people she doesn't put on an act for. That'd been of her own doing her whole life, of course, but maybe the part where she had to change herself for it to happen is the most surprising aspect of it all. Bossie isn't someone she trusts or likes just yet, but by association he gets spared most of the fakery.
Ultimately, she lands on: ] Destroying the lives of corrupt politicians by hacking into their personal files and distributing blackmail to the right people. [ Thoughtfully, ] That's probably my favorite.
[ Root has let people think the best or worst of her so many times, it shouldn't bother her now. Very few people actually know her. But it does bother her. If he's going to be even tangentially part of the team, if she's going to take him seriously -- which, begrudgingly, she does -- Root doesn't want him to get the wrong impression. ]
You asked for my favorite, [ she points out steadily, reaching up to rearrange an inconsequential part of her hair in a subtle tell of discomfort. ] I did plenty of those jobs, too. Except no one told me to. It's just something I'm good at.
[ So why not do it, she figured. Root had ethical limits ... but they were far past Harold's, and even what she's adopted now, willingly, is past what Harold would prefer. ]
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[ Root has nothing against sex, but that's such a depressingly shallow way to think of Harold Finch when there's so much more. He's going to -- already has -- changed the course of human history and the world itself.
As for how they met... Well-- ]
I kidnapped him. He's a hard man to find.
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[But he says it like a joke.]
Why'd you kidnap him?
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I'm a fan of his work. We've gotten closer since then.
[ That makes her sound like a freaky stalker, which is exactly true, as it turns out. She intentionally flips the questioning around, answering shortly and then getting mildly provocative, carelessly tossing her hair as she walks. ]
I want to hear all about your layers. [ Actually true. Root doesn't give shovel talks; she gives extremely well-crafted and scalpel-precise threats that she has every intention of following through on if need be. ]
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What's your favorite hobby?
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Does Root have hobbies, though? She has to think about that one, choosing to answer honestly. It's still such a novelty that she has people she doesn't put on an act for. That'd been of her own doing her whole life, of course, but maybe the part where she had to change herself for it to happen is the most surprising aspect of it all. Bossie isn't someone she trusts or likes just yet, but by association he gets spared most of the fakery.
Ultimately, she lands on: ] Destroying the lives of corrupt politicians by hacking into their personal files and distributing blackmail to the right people. [ Thoughtfully, ] That's probably my favorite.
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You know, Pope got us jobs hunting down people like you. I always felt slimy about it.
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You asked for my favorite, [ she points out steadily, reaching up to rearrange an inconsequential part of her hair in a subtle tell of discomfort. ] I did plenty of those jobs, too. Except no one told me to. It's just something I'm good at.
[ So why not do it, she figured. Root had ethical limits ... but they were far past Harold's, and even what she's adopted now, willingly, is past what Harold would prefer. ]
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[Everyone speaks of Root with admiration.]
What're you bad at?