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_{^{——out. i am reading the million ways in which my soul will slowly crumble and fade away because this fuck truck here sent me the original script for goldeneye and i’m pretty sure i’m going to cry myself to sleep.}}

Bond winces as Trevelyan presses 
the gunbarrel against the base
of Bond's skull —

              TREVELYAN
Because you lacked the nerve to shoot me
back then, James — it's your finger on
this trigger, not mine —

                TREVELYAN
              (beneath him)
It's been done.
             (disappointed)
Was your imagination always so limited? I
intend to use the weapon, James — to
the fullest possible advantage.
                 (beat)
I am sorry you won't see that happen. But
I promise to come back here next spring —
for your first crop of strawberries —