On future plans. Your life, James. Your life.

[lastrat]

Not only are you planning - giddily, I might add - to kill me, but to add insult to insanity, you want to put me under the charge of a teenager.

And I haven't forgiven Vesper, no matter what this-- [Hmph no he refuses to call it a flood] --event has me saying.

The least you could do is let me into the pub.

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[oedipusrat]

Mm, I'd tell you if I was jealous, dear.

[lastrat]

[Don't call me that B(] Yes, you're an open book.

[oedipusrat]

You're the favourite son now, I understand. I can't retake your place, so there's no point in feeling that way. It'd be nice if there was a way we could work together, but there isn't, that I'm aware of.

[lastrat]

Terrorism is a bit difficult to get past.

[oedipusrat]

But not impossible.

[lastrat]

I'm sure a few hundred hours of community service would even the score.

[oedipusrat]

You could go rogue, just a little, just once.

[lastrat]

I've done my share. [Capture or kill orders kind of suck.] And for better causes than you.

[oedipusrat]

Oof, you wound me, little brother.

[lastrat]

I doubt you're so easily wounded.

[oedipusrat]

I've grown a very thick skin. All that scar tissue.

[lastrat]

And you've had plenty of time to build it up.

[oedipusrat]

Too much time, I think.

[lastrat]

Regrets?

[oedipusrat]

Always there are regrets. Even if it's unprofessional.

[lastrat]

Well, go on. Share with the class.

[oedipusrat]

Share my regrets? And now we're getting so personal, aren't we? What if I would like to keep those to myself?

[lastrat]

Then I'll uproot every file on Tiago Rodriguez that MI6 has. Every score, every psych evaluation.

Or you could save me the time.

[oedipusrat]

You mean you haven't already? Or did mommy put my memory behind such locks that only your Quartermaster might be able to slip through without clearance?

[lastrat]

I don't think she'd have wasted her time.

[oedipusrat]

So you're just being lazy, then, I see.

[lastrat]

Oh, yes. That's me all over. Months on a beach, then a few days running you down. I'm ready for the beach again.

[oedipusrat]

Shall I tell you about my evaluations, then? How good of an agent I was, how I had few problems--at least, nothing that kept me out of field work. What exactly do you expect to find, Mister Bond?

[lastrat]

Regrets. I'm sure you can fathom mine.

[oedipusrat]

Some of them, yes. [Very solemn. He does know some of them, or can guess at them. And he can appreciate that. Regrets aren't something to make light of.]