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So she can just use mine instead?

I hadn't thought that ahead.
A technology blackout.

[It creeps, slow and only in his head, the shadow of Hannibal Lecter stretching out over him. The roundabout discussion, monsters lurking...he wonders who Chilton found. Or, perhaps, who found Chilton to keep him out of contact. To keep him away from a session with Will Graham.

Because Crane is a who, not a what. They all are, no matter how much they try to be otherwise. In the end, they're all just people. Regardless of how badly that might piss them off to be considered the same, similar, to common folks.]

Monster? [He scratches at his neck like this entire conversation is very normal, nothing out of place going on right now. Just two coworkers chatting!] That's another loaded word—what monster are we talking about?

[Uhm yes he totally could. Monsters who are people are still accountable for their actions, same as people who aren't monsters. Get with the program.]

Camping trip with no tech allowed.

Jesus. I didn't mean punish her.

She might not do it again though.

But camping though? I think the countryside and fresh air is good and everything, but find a travel lodge or something.

You don't like tents?

I think they're great when you're ten years old. Not so much when you're in your forties.

Neither April and I are in our 40s so it'll work out just fine.

[BECAUSE 39 IS SUCH A HUGE DIFFERENCE RIGHT the buttfury is palpable]

[ little poor man will graham. ]

Should it ever happen, I'd be interested to hear how it goes.

[The program is a collection of imperfect standards decided by a terrified society. Crane didn't think standards applied to him; that's why he actively creates his own. When people defend themselves with bravado, he opens their eyes and makes them accept their fear. It's also for the heart thumping, back bracing, skin sweating thrill. He enjoys watching people be affected by his work.

He knows he's not insane. He doesn't fear whatever prison keeps him. He doesn't fear facing down the barrel of a gun. The anticipation of solitary confinement doesn't give him a cold sweat, and he's not afraid to just be himself.]

That depends on Chilton's vision of a monster, doesn't it? What he sees in that term, and what I see, are two different creatures. But like they say, the worst kind of monster is man.

[Just two work colleagues talking shop, right?]

[weeps for himself in lion form]

I'll be sure to send you pictures.

[His lips thin out—not a frown, but very close to one. Granted, people who knew Will on a daily basis could see it as his default "at rest" position. He rarely looks particularly enthused to begin with.]

Doctor Chilton [there's that respect again, if only away from Frederick, away from him and not around the rest of Baltimore] and I have different opinions on quite a lot; that might be one of them.

[Talking shop indeed; Will says it the same way he might when talking about someone who has a different opinion on, say, a painting. A movie. Nothing of importance, nothing that can lead lives to either greatness or complete and utter ruin.]

Do you and he...talk about monsters often?

[Because Will's been instructed to put distance, no, no, to keep at being his usual self. So asking outright "did he call you a monster?" is, in fact, what he wants to do. But he can't, not yet. He can't so obviously give away that he has some inkling about what might have happened, but it's there just the same.]

[Crane's reaction is equally normal; he is just an awkward but polite doctor Will sees on a daily basis. Sometimes a little brusque when his time gets wasted, but such behaviour isn't strange for him. He looks and sounds pleasant enough. He's unremarkable, too - he doesn't dress to attract and impress, and his suit doesn't show any hint of colour or personality. In fact, with his glasses and his threadbare sweater, he seems as bookish as he is elegant with his posture.

He tilts his head slightly at Will's show of respect. He knows the man is wanting to say something, but he needs more time in his company to pinpoint what he's after. Just a few more minutes - though the topic they're discussing right now is a good clue.

Will and Frederick have a relationship, though he isn't privy to the inner workings of it. He can't quite put his finger on what feels wrong about the path this conversation is heading down, and he isn't afraid to throw out a match to burn all the weeds that have taken root.]

Only as much as the two of you, Will.

[That gets a reaction, however minute it might be. He tilts his head back, eyebrows coming together, a mix of confusion and what could be seen as him taking offense. How presumptuous! But Will is fully aware things go on behind the scenes he is not privy to; it's always been that way. Conversations have happened that he won't ever have the full transcript for, like with Clark and Chilton. Perhaps Chilton and Crane had discussed Will, too, and Crane's assessment now comes from that, not the desire to bait. To goad. To press and push and see what works, what shatters, what heals...temporarily.]

Is that what he's told you? [A direct request to counter his defenses being up, his current guarded nature. Always good to keep 'em on their toes.] Or you just assume a criminal profiler and an administrator at a home for the criminally insane have nothing more to discuss, when they do get around to talking to each other at all?

[They do have a relationship, and the inner workings of can't ever be shared fully. At least, one aspect can't. Will knows full well that Chilton has dropped a few select mentions of him around the Network, and he can't be bothered by it too much. He also knows that the unfortunate demise of Abel Gideon (again) is one that could tarnish them both, and can't be shared. One of the most telling parts of them is a secret neither can afford to part with, isn't that how it always goes? Here, Will isn't ready to part with much on the depth of their relationship. Sure, they talk. Sure, they meet face-to-face. Don't many others from the same world? If Crane is looking for Will to give him cues, give him a look inside to reveal that he and Frederick Chilton are more than just people who have come from the same world and shared some similar events, if he's looking for a hint that there is some stronger bond...Will isn't on board with it. He'll shut it down, if only to figure out what this whole gossip is about.

Which might be telling in and of itself, but Will's not the most open person in the first place, and he is going to bank on that until the cows come home. He's guarded about his relationship with Chilton, so fucking what? He's guarded about what he does outside of work aside from fishing, how surprising he'd be unwilling to divulge details of something personal. Not Will Graham.]

Graham? It's Edgeworth. I have a favor to ask, if you don't mind. Or a challenge, depending on how you want to look at it.

[So they're going deep sea fishing, right??]

What is it?

[That better be a metaphor]

I know you profiled criminals back in Baltimore. But have you ever had to profile someone more... otheworldly?

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[Everything is in Will Graham's world.]

Some of them would have liked to be more than human, but...not back home, no. Been working on that case in De Chima with the priest trying to drown his coworkers, but I'm not completely certain what's behind it just yet. Why do you ask?

[That sounds like it could get really confusing really quickly]

Well, my favor might be related. Tell me, what do you know about the Devil?

He's in the details.

[S H R U G]

[see keywords]

Let's try that again. What do you know about Lucifer?

[He was being honest. This is what honesty gets him, he sees. The world is so cruel.]

What I need to know. [His brow furrows; where is Miles going with this? If it's where Will thinks, judging by the initial start...why though?] Has he done something?

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