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What do you want?

When has it ever been a matter of what I want?

[Miles Edgeworth is at a gas station. His clothes are wrinkled, his hair is sticking up in every which way, and it's that magical hour when late nights and early mornings are blurred together. And Edgeworth is a the gas station, standing by his beloved hovercar, nozzle in hand. The dim lights give his already pale face a sickly pallor, emphasizing his dull skin and the deep bags under his eyes, and he stares numbly at the numbers telling him how close he is to filling his tank. As soon as he's done, he can... well, he doesn't know what he can do. He can drive around some more, he supposes, but eventually he'll have to return home, whether he likes it or not.]

You're angry. [Captain Obvious over here.] Part of Dorian's motivations in choosing me was to piss you off. Do you want him to know his design succeeded?

Are you consciously manipulative, or is this a symptom of Hannibal's company?

If Dorian realizes he got to you, he'll take that as a victory. He will gloat. Loudly. You can deal with that or you can turn this back on him instead. I'm just pointing out the opportunity in front of you, Frederick. Whether you take it or not is entirely up to you.

And his foolish gloating will condemn you, publicly. People will not believe me if I said you had victimized me.

But they'll believe him.

Dorian Gray has been a criminal more than once in this universe and is detested by many. Relying on people to believe him, even when he speaks sound truth, isn't an opportunity. His gloating would never spin what happened in a way you'd like. We would both be his victims. Poor you. Poor me. Clever Dorian bested us both! Is that what you want?

You have no idea what I want, Will. You would have to give a shit first for that.

If I didn't give a shit, I would have left when I saw Walter White waiting for me.

Edited 2016-06-25 02:49 (UTC)

Another prime example of your decisions causing me harm. I never wanted you involved with White. I made a mistake coming to you for help that one time, yes, but it hadn't needed to go beyond that.

[Wow. Now Will's a little bit hot under the collar, too. How dare he?]

That was not the first time you called on me for help and it was not the first time I answered. It was the first time you led me to the slaughterhouse. And now you are blaming the victim.

I did not lead you anywhere, I did not plan nor did I conspire your suffering. That is the difference between you and me, Will.

Walt killed you because I never wanted you dead. You psychologically tortured me because you never wanted me as a friend.

Message received.

There are a few. That could... if that would be acceptable, I would make it work.

[ Although how much the other Dendarii are up to babysitting on the job isn't really something he's sure of. Looks like it's time to find out. ]

It shouldn't come to bothering you.

That isn't the

[message I had been trying to send never makes it past his mind. Nothing beyond those three words makes it out, actually, and Will sends it off as the broken half-thought it is. That only leads to more questions, likely without answers, and Will's not keen on more circles. It would be easier to address in person. Maybe that was why Chilton chose a firm grip otherwise, to prevent that ease. Helped to prevent the full story coming out, too. Maybe he didn't care? Will had been blinded by anger before, he knew what it was like. When he was too angry to care about anything more than the end result, too angry to want to hear what led to said end result. When all he wanted to do was put a bullet in a brain, a knife in a heart, without hearing what he'd perceive as more bullshit.

If it's just him now, fine. He has a safety deposit box to empty and some ugly ass art to figure out what to do with.]

I should have sent a better warning. I know that now.

I thought we had understood each other enough, I had been mistaken.

[Fifteen minutes pass.]

We can discuss this more later if you want.

["When you're less angry" just sounds insincere, so he leaves it out. And any more questions despite really wanting to ask. But at least he has portrait-snatching to keep him busy.]

[Will comes out of the store with a bag of absolute garbage snacks, really, already taking a hearty swig from a bottle of Sprite. He's all intent to head home with the lady racoon on his shoulder, sporting her favorite ascot. It's that time of night/morning when anything goes. Why would he be bothered by taking her on an errand with him, why would it matter if she wanted to dress up?

What does matter is when she scurries down him and goes bounding in the direction of the gas pumps. That matters a lot because it is too fucking earlylate for this. Fortunately that means less traffic; he isn't worried she's gonna nearly get hit. He's just a little inconvenienced, having to chase after her.

So that's the first thing Miles will see. A beautiful not-quite-adult lady raccoon sporting one of his ascots. After she leaps on his hover car, of course, climbs atop the roof to peer at him as he fills the tank. In one of his "missing" ascots. The little thing looks like she's smiling, even.

And then there's Will, turning around the corner. Stopping immediately when he spots why she went AWOL. His eyes move from her stylish neckwear to Miles, and he has nothing to say. No. Not now. Just takes another swig of Sprite.]

There is nothing more to discuss. I never wanted you hurt even if that was the outcome that I had not planned upon happening, and you delighted in my trauma, which was an outcome specific to your design with Dorian's. And when I came to you about it, you lied to my face.

That is all there is.

Edited 2016-06-26 00:46 (UTC)

That is not all there is. You only know the end result. You do not know what led to that end result. And you're angry, so you may believe what led to the end result doesn't matter. So when I say I didn't delight in your trauma or lying to your face you may not believe me but [cutting dorian up is delightful tho] I'm glad you've found out.

[still wants to cut up dorian one last time tho]

Angry and believing what led to the end result doesn't matter -- like what you and April have done to me. Okay.

You said it hadn't been you, that you hadn't been involved. When I asked you. You lied to me. In a way that I had never lied to you.

April had nothing to do with it. She was abducted when the heart was taken. And it wasn't taken for you, that first time.

[You cut out a guy's heart once and it's just, man, it's a gateway drug. All downhill from there. That slippery slope of Hannibalistic kitchen fun is waiting with open arms.]

You asked me on the Network. Publicly. Of course I wasn't honest. Is it the fact I lied to you in a direct manner or in a personal manner you find the most offensive? Or is it the combination?

That isn't what I'm talking about, Will. April still blames me for what happened to you -- because she is angry. Even while I never wanted you hurt. Whereas you wanted me hurt, you plotted to hurt me, and you made me suffer for months. And you don't think I ought to be infuriate with you.

Hypocrite.

You had every opportunity to come to me later, to address me in person, to private the goddamn conversation and confess your sins. You did not. You enjoyed it. You loved inflicting the terror. You're a sadist.

[Another fifteen minute break.]

Of course you ought to be angry at me. You have every right to be furious with me. That's why I think an actual discussion should be left for later. When you're less justifiably enraged.

Not going to happen.

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