[To say his feelings on this subject are complex would be an hilarious understatement.
On one hand, Harry appreciates that if any of them kill a man - a man who will presumably arrive disarmed and physically harmless - without direct provocation, that marks them out as murderers. In a closed environment where everyone is already somewhat on edge and several people seem inclined towards violence, that is an incalculably bad idea. If he is miraculously resurrected, as Jack was (as he was), then all they'd be doing is creating a grudge that will persist for God knows how long they'll be here.
Furthermore, for all his madness, Valentine is obviously a genius and his presence would put them automatically on the same side, insofar as 'everyone versus the Hotel staff' is a side. Negotiating a truce - yes, with a genocidal maniac - would amount to making the best of a Godawfully bad situation.
On the other hand? He was violated in a way that, God willing, the two of them will never understand. He killed dozens of innocent people in a haze of unrestrained bloodlust triggered by the flick of a switch. He relives it every night when he tries to sleep. He sometimes looks down at his hands and sees blood. He hears the whine of the V-chip signal when he's alone in a quiet room. He sometimes thinks he can see bodies slumped into corners, twitching out the last moments of their lives. If Valentine was in front of him he can't say that he wouldn't just pin him down and hit him, over and over and over, until the man's face was a pulp of raw flesh and broken teeth - which would be yet another victory to the man, robbing him of his control all over again. The idea of Valentine following them here makes his head physically hurt, a sharp pain over his left eye and radiating across his temple that he knows (hopes) is psychosomatic.
Eventually his actual response is a clipped:]
Precedence suggests that we have at least another fortnight to consider the ramifications of that.
If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.
[aaand this is Harry classily withdrawing from the conversation to be alone with the slow trainwreck of his current mental state.]
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On one hand, Harry appreciates that if any of them kill a man - a man who will presumably arrive disarmed and physically harmless - without direct provocation, that marks them out as murderers. In a closed environment where everyone is already somewhat on edge and several people seem inclined towards violence, that is an incalculably bad idea. If he is miraculously resurrected, as Jack was (as he was), then all they'd be doing is creating a grudge that will persist for God knows how long they'll be here.
Furthermore, for all his madness, Valentine is obviously a genius and his presence would put them automatically on the same side, insofar as 'everyone versus the Hotel staff' is a side. Negotiating a truce - yes, with a genocidal maniac - would amount to making the best of a Godawfully bad situation.
On the other hand? He was violated in a way that, God willing, the two of them will never understand. He killed dozens of innocent people in a haze of unrestrained bloodlust triggered by the flick of a switch. He relives it every night when he tries to sleep. He sometimes looks down at his hands and sees blood. He hears the whine of the V-chip signal when he's alone in a quiet room. He sometimes thinks he can see bodies slumped into corners, twitching out the last moments of their lives. If Valentine was in front of him he can't say that he wouldn't just pin him down and hit him, over and over and over, until the man's face was a pulp of raw flesh and broken teeth - which would be yet another victory to the man, robbing him of his control all over again. The idea of Valentine following them here makes his head physically hurt, a sharp pain over his left eye and radiating across his temple that he knows (hopes) is psychosomatic.
Eventually his actual response is a clipped:]
Precedence suggests that we have at least another fortnight to consider the ramifications of that.
If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.
[aaand this is Harry classily withdrawing from the conversation to be alone with the slow trainwreck of his current mental state.]