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standsonhigh) wrote2016-11-23 08:44 pm
standsonhigh) wrote2016-11-23 08:44 pm
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Granted, the last time someone had truly tried to hurt Alana, he'd shot him in the head right outside her house. Of course, he'd promptly passed out in the snow right after with a raging fever, woken up in a hospital connected to all the regular things needed to make sure he was recovering, and taken part in a gourmet chicken soup meal with his best friend in the entire world. He'd probably pissed him off a little calling it chicken soup, but there was no Lecter here to feed him if anything bad ever happened to Alana.
Would that be better or worse?
His first meal had resulted in him leaning away, staring at the man sitting across from him without hiding that he wasn't sure what to make of him. Defensive. This time, there's no backing away. He leans forward, arms settling on the table, the exact same distance as the Master. A meeting in the middle, both covering the same ground.
Will is neither truly advancing nor retreating. He can't afford it.]
You know what they say about the company you keep. [Is he going to be called out on his bullshit? He talks to Barty, visits with him, shouldn't he stay away from this Alana Bloom, too?] Are you saying I shouldn't be concerned about you doing anything unsavory to her should you be given the chance to get close enough? Get in a room alone with her?
[There's something a little off in the way he says that last part, but he's not about to tell the story of how she avoided being alone in a room with him for ages when he wasn't considered a murderer, all the while being alone with everyone else. Even Lecter.]
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While Alana had originally been just a fickle passing amusement, she was now so much more. All thanks to Will showing him the light.]
You shouldn't be concerned, I'm a gentlemen first and foremost. And besides, like I'd ever hurt anyone. I'm trying to get help, don't you realise? And it's counter-productive to start off my redemption through hurting someone who could help me. [He lets out a slightly dramatic sigh and lets his head drop back, all very theatrical.] No one has any trust in me, it's so harsh. Can't a man change?
[He tuts and gives Will smug little smile.]
I mean sure, everyone has the occasional slip during these periods but I'll endeavour to be on my best behaviour. [Spoiler alert: he won't.] She seems nice. Pleasant. I like when people are like that, so caring and kind.
[Lucy had been kind and caring, he'd soon destroyed that in her. And he bet he could destroy it in all and any human set before him. The Doctor always insisted they were good people but the Master knew how to bring out the worst in everyone. Or, failing that, how to ruin the good. He was certain he could pull that off with anyone, even in Asgard.]
Besides, Will, no offence but this is my private personal business. I think you should stay out of it.
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At least there's no ears when he looks from the Master between them, blinking to get it all back together, to come back to the present. His name is Will Graham, it's not too late in the day, and he's in Asgard. Asgard.
It takes him a second to reply, having to play back what he'd just heard away from all the other noise that threatened to drown it out. Finally, once he feels like he's not suffocating and can talk without worrying that opening his mouth will result in something awful popping out, he can say one thing for himself: he's keeping his calm. There's no panicking, there's no throwing out insults. There's no stag creature staring at him from the doorway. There's just, now that he focuses, Will Graham and one man he does not at all trust talking about Alana Bloom.]
She's not the only one here who could help you. [Are there other psychiatrists? He doesn't know. He never had the patience to be one, never wanted to go through with anything that would earn him the coveted title of doctor. Maybe he should have. If he knew he'd end up in the home of gods and giants, it might have come in handy.] She's not the only one who knows the ins and outs of the human mind.
[Human. That's the key word Will has been holding onto, but people here come from all over and still carry the same traits and thought processes as the ones back home. It's absolutely infuriating.]
If you'd intended for it to be truly private and personal, you wouldn't have shown yourself like you did. She left herself up for private contact. But you didn't. You made it visible to the entirety of Asgard.
[He can just hear it now, in Lecter's voice, in Alana's voice, in Crawford's, in just about everyone he knows. He's damaged and broken and shouldn't be profiling the insane, or even thinking about it. He needs to recover and get better before he so much as looks at gory photographs. He should sit in his cell and wait for nature to take its course. He shouldn't seek comfort in doing what it is people are going to scramble to say drove him to the breaking point.
And yet here he sits.]
As you said, everyone slips. They just usually don't purposefully start off the entire process by slipping.
[And isn't that what Will is doing right now with the Master, slipping? Maybe a little less purposefully, but it's still slipping. Bunch of psychopaths helping each other out, he'd heard before.
That only works when anyone really wants help. He doubts that's the case here.]
Sorry for the delay >>;;
Despite how often they out did him.
He waits, patiently, for Will to process everything. He seems to of realised his own tactical error and fair play to that, not many men could do that. The Master was a surprisingly patient man. After all, here he was, stalling for time. That was all he really seemed to do in Asgard. He was waiting for a better tactical advantage.]
She isn't? Oh but she seems so perfect for me, so caring. [He smirks playfully and leans forward, quirking an eyebrow up in curiosity.] Unless, of course, you can name a doctor here at Asgard that specialises in the mind and is capable of being as wise and kind as she is?
[He's not that invested in Alana, he finds her an amusement at best. But championing her in this particular conversation was becoming rather fun. He was personally interested what Will intended to do to distract him from her.
After all, he could always do more. And he could always do so much worse.]
I always try my best to avoid slipping. If it should happen, it should happen. But I never purposefully move to slip. Do you, Will? [He pauses, eyes still locked onto him.] Do you have any reason to slip? A man like you, friends like yours... I can't think why you'd ever slip.
[It's ... It's hard to say that with a straight face. He deservers a medal.]