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infomodder) wrote2015-09-12 01:24 pm
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ic contact 2 mask or menace




"Gone fishing."
[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!
your one stop shop for not leaving him alone, previous contact post can be found here ]
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Yes. [Horrible, terrible, no good things but accurate nonetheless. Will takes a sip of his coffee, leaning back and running a hand through his hair before he slings it over the the booth, a mix of tense and relaxed. It's been years since he's had to really, really think of his time behind bars.] Drugs were involved. They were necessary in my case. He gave me some explanation of the procedure, I signed a consent form, the drug was injected... [The hand on the booth gestures outward.] Rest is history. I had spent a lot of time trying to think it out. Find what was hidden, what I knew was waiting to be found. Wasn't until that particular session that I started getting them back with the regularity I'd needed all along.
[He wonders, though, if Miles wants these memories he's missing back. If he's prepared for them to be not whatever it is he's expecting. That had, Will believes, worked in his favor. He pined for his memories like long lost lovers, he welcomed whatever horrors were waiting for him with open arms, he craved them. Was Miles the same?]
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And were there any... complications?
[Complications from the procedure. Complications from discovering the awful truth. Or maybe both!]
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Yes. But none from Doctor Chilton. His treatment or otherwise. The complications weren't due to him.
[Everything is complicated. It's too dark to see a single fucking thing, of course stuff is complicated when no one buys light bulbs.]
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I think I have a feeling where those complications came from.
[The same person who induced those seizures, whoever he or she is. He knows little about them or their motive, but if they tampered with Will's memories, Will's mind, Will's very awareness, then they wished to control him in some way. But how? And why? A million questions circulate in his mind about the mysterious Will Graham, and Edgeworth is reminded of how little he actually knows about him. His instinct is to dig deeper, like a child peeling away at a scab, but he grips the handle of his mug and resists the urge. If Will wishes to say more, then Edgeworth suspects that the former profiler will start an interrogation of his own, asking Edgeworth questions about who he suspects. If not... well, he can always let this conversation drop and focus on his coffee. Either way, he won't chase down Will's secrets until they present a risk to his life.]