"That wasn't the plan." Elliot murmurs, like that makes a difference. Like he wouldn't have deviated wildly from the plan if some misfiring synapse in the back of his mind had commanded it.

Like he hadn't deviated from the plan by bringing Tyrell in anyway.

He doesn't like the doors all locking, but he only expresses his unease by shooting his unlikely colleague an unhappy sidelong glance.

"If I had the key I might have changed my mind. Let them buy it all back, and then the world just goes on like always. Cancel the revolution."

And that wasn't what he'd wanted. Save the world. Change the world. Kill the world. Maybe it didn't matter which he did, as long as he did he something.