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Would you prefer I say it out loud and over the Network?

No. And neither would you.

True. I'm not interested in your other cronies laughing at the hilarious, torturous prank you've pulled.

You realize they would, don't you? That's why you did this to me. You wanted to get away with it.

I did it because I was mad at you AND Dorian. That's it. Kill two birds with one stone. I had justification when it started. I thought if Dorian was going to try and mess with you, it was good for me to have some knowledge. Better if I might know before he went too far. I could stop it. I told myself it wasn't so bad that way. But I was angry and I knew that. I knew I wanted to keep cutting Dorian open too. He'd already had me take his heart out the day before. It was there. That was the starting point we had to work with. Seemed appropriate. Like you said, human organs are something you and I almost expect. I don't have any cronies. Unless you mean the dogs?

Your planned failed. Do I have to explain it? Dorian precisely messed with me, through you. You are deluding yourself at this point if you think you can justify it still. If you think you can justify lying to me when I came to you for help, you could have ended it then.

And you are deluding yourself once more. The people who slobber over you, the ones who cannot see you for what you truly are, those are your cronies. Unless you would call them dogs?

Who are these people? They must have names.

Will. Do you not understand how others fawn over you? It would be easier to name the skeptics. This isn't a novel experience in this world, either, do you not remember the excuses the FBI would make for you?

I might believe that the only one who didn't willingly put on that blindfold was Lounds.

I understand no one back home fawned over me. They fawned over what I could do for them. As long as I came into work and caught murderers, that's what mattered. No one gave a real shit past that. The FBI made excuses until the moment they couldn't. Then they were ready to pass down the death penalty just to get rid of me. Reputation was more important than all the work I'd done for them even when I had every reason to deny them. Here I run a bait shop and spend time on boats. I collect dogs. I don't really do anything here no one else could. No one has anything to fawn over or slobber over because I'm nothing special.

It is tragic that you think they had never confused you with your abilities. Even Bloom couldn't keep herself from investment. I had always wondered why she remained on to consult, I was under the impression her engagement was intended to be far briefer. Then I had you as my patient, then I understood.

Though to be fair, you are good at making people feel things, aren't you? The darker side of your empathy, you know how to provoke emotion in others. I felt you were a friend. Even after all this, I felt you deserved the opportunity to make your excuse. It took Dorian's direct gloating to grant any real clarity on the matter.

I never wanted to make an excuse. There is no excuse for this. I wanted you to know what had actually happened. What did Dorian say? I wouldn't rely on him to provide you with accurate details inasmuch as it comes to what happened between he and I. He wasn't too pleased with me last time we met. I provoked emotions, to borrow your phrasing.

No. I will not allow you to manipulate me again.

Dorian offers you lies and you swallow them. You know he's a liar. You know how he is. You've told me how he twists things. I offer you multiple chances at the truth and you continue to run from it. No one is manipulating you at this point except for yourself, Frederick.

And I would have believed you, exactly for those reasons. Would have.

Except you screwed up, Will. You screwed up. You didn't come for me in the darkest hour of this, you let it fester.

Dorian has nothing to gain by me. He's a peacock spreading his tail feathers, he wanted to feel better about himself so came to gloat. You, however, you have a lot to lose by manipulating me. You are doing it right now because you know you have a lot to lose.

I have offered you multiple chances to tell the truth over a span of months, Will, and you had continue to run from it. Do you not understand?

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I understand I screwed up. I understand I hurt you. I understand I want to work towards a resolution and you want to tell me, at length, what a terrible person I am. I understand it's important for you to get this out instead of letting it fester. You deserve this and I deserve to hear it.

[It's almost like karma. Will barely spent any time in Chilton's hospital room. He always could have gone back, but why would he? It would just be miserable for them both and he would have been begging for it. Probably wouldn't have been good for Chilton's recovery, either. How low of a person would he have been to go upsetting the burn victim he pretty much put there himself? The staff would judge him. Chilton's room itself would judge him. Alana and Jack would judge him. Hannibal would be Proud. UghhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH the worst.]

You have to admit, it is curious that you want to work towards a resolution only after I remark upon your exhibited character.

[After a moment's consideration:]

Keep April away from me. She's so blinded that it has become a severe danger, so keep her away from Raina and myself.

Then, and only then, you and I can talk.

[It was at least an improved situation: April was intolerable and of poor judgement, absolutely the sort of straw to break a camel's back. Chilton thought even less of her as she stood by Will through this -- hell, she was more likely to forgive Dorian for his abuse and manipulation of Will, a conclusion that required little psychological analysis. Because of this, because of how she had always been to him, she was a toxicity that Chilton could easily snub.

But Will Graham was a different kind of bile. Frederick Chilton couldn't as easily say no to him, and he so deeply feared that the both of them knew it. Even as he was wounded, even as he stood betrayed, he knew he couldn't forever excommunicate Will. No matter how hard he tried.

He couldn't pinpoint what was so wrong with him to feel that kind of mercy.]

[The only thing this makes Will debate is whether or not to show April this full conversation. He will, of course. He's not going to risk divorce over this. And he's sure she'll understand why he didn't reply with some over protective barking, don't shittalk my wife to me. They'll just have to discuss how she's going to navigate working with Mitch while Raina's around. That poor poor bastard.]

Will do.

[Is it shittalking when they're sincere feelings????? One out of three doctors say no!]

When? Must be before September.

Whenever you want. Name the time and place and I'll be there.

He doesn't, after this. You've got to know that. I can't very well blame him. I'm not - I'm not the biggest expert on friendships, Will, but I can say with absolute certainty that evisceration isn't supposed to have a place in it.

[silence follows. He's not sure what he's trying to get across anymore. It all seems so bloody obvious that verbalizing it feels ridiculous. And Rincewind can't fathom why all he's getting back is a soupy, muddled mess of an explanation in return.

It's not enough, is the thing. He doesn't feel like he's any closer to understanding than he was when he called. Certainly not Will.]

...You aren't supposed to make your friends afraid. That's not the point of it. And the thing about hurt is, you can't claim it's inevitable when you go out and do it on purpose.

Anywhere? Outside of Heropa?

Anywhere. Your choice.

Cambridge, Massachusetts.

That's fine. When?

It has to be before the middle of September.

[Because he's MOVING.]

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