[Eat a dick, Eames. Any dick. Your own dick, even.
Because Arthur's not slowing down. He keeps running, even after he's escaped from the building, mental map of Deerington coming in very handy as he starts weaving through the streets, yanking off his tie as he does to wrap a tight, makeshift bandage around his hand for the moment.]
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Because Arthur's not slowing down. He keeps running, even after he's escaped from the building, mental map of Deerington coming in very handy as he starts weaving through the streets, yanking off his tie as he does to wrap a tight, makeshift bandage around his hand for the moment.]