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[Buried under paperwork on his desk.]

I have no intention of contacting her. She thinks she knows this business, that she won't get herself killed, fine. [No, he is not worrying about her. Not at all.]

Arthur, you are allowed to care for people.

Relationships and this job don't work. You know that as well as I do.

You're never one to adhere to the norm.

[He looks up from the paperwork, annoyed.] It didn't work out.

[Shrugging and still leaning back] Regardless. We still need Ariadne.

We'll find another Architect.

Yes, because with our new found status we can really find an Architect we can trust. [Eyeroll] Ariadne's our best bet.

She left. She wanted to leave and she did. [Stubborn Arthur is stubborn.]

Call her.

I have nothing to say.

Bollocks.

[He furrowed his brows.] What? Beg her to come back? No, Eames.

Just talk to her, Arthur.

Her phone's off and I'm not running down to Bolivia to talk. [He does care in his own way.]

[With a heavy sigh] You can get into contact with anyone you bloody well want. Talk to her, Arthur. Don't be an arsehole.

[He clenches his jaw.] I'm not a child, Eames. If she doesn't want me to contact her, I won't. She's clearly trying to hide, doing a piss poor job at it I might add, but hiding nonetheless.

[Leaning back in his chair again, Eames just stares at him for a long moment] Arthur. I get it. You're stressed, you're probably trying to protect her. But this? Stupid fucking idea mate.

What else am I supposed to do? She left. I'm not going to go crawling back to her with my tail between my legs. I was right.

One day Arthur, that pride is going to get the better of you, and you'll be a sad and lonely man.

I'm not going to endanger myself or this team because she thinks she knows more about this job. The job comes first. Always has.

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