[Harry considers him for a moment. Christ, he's not making this easy. He cares deeply about Eggsy, cares beyond his being the subject of a debt that must be repaid to his father, but hand in hand with that is the fact that he can't stand the idea of the boy wasting time and emotional fuel on him.]
If I need anything, Eggsy, I'll tell you. You have my word. But I think we both know what isn't right.
[Harry Hart is dead. The world they will someday return to has no future for him beyond a marble marker and a dispassionate inch-long obituary, referring to his career in Savile Row and the fact that he is survived by neither wife nor children. That Eggsy is so worried for his welfare is -- touching, truly, but it smacks of tragic redundancy.]
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If I need anything, Eggsy, I'll tell you. You have my word. But I think we both know what isn't right.
[Harry Hart is dead. The world they will someday return to has no future for him beyond a marble marker and a dispassionate inch-long obituary, referring to his career in Savile Row and the fact that he is survived by neither wife nor children. That Eggsy is so worried for his welfare is -- touching, truly, but it smacks of tragic redundancy.]