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[Ugh. His first text gets deleted, a headbutting, defensive thing that sounds less like a grown man in trouble and more like a kid sticking out his tongue (to be fair, he does feel a little like he's being treated as a child, yet answering as one won't do either of them favors) and rather takes a moment to unravel the mounds of lies (in some form or another) he's told Chilton in the past...forever.

No matter what he stumbles across, there is only one he can imagine would get this reaction. Usually he'd have the details of what he's supposed to confess to, but if this is truly fresh news for Chilton...and to think, Will had shared all those beautiful fresh organs of Dorian's and Chilton isn't sharing in return. For shame.]

I have. You told him to find a project and he did. He found one in me. He followed your suggestion and followed it very well, and that has led us here.

And now you are blaming the victim. I meant something more along the lines of Tobias, his unfortunate betrothed, and he twisted it and you took the bait like a fool. And you and Dorian, like twittering mean girls, you sought to psychologically torment someone who thought you were a friend.

How is everyone so wrong about you?

[A minute passes. And then two. If this were a messenger conversation, Chilton would have a beautiful view of those little "..." indicating someone is typing, then disappearing, then popping back up. Over and over, again and again, attempting to find the words. The words and how to phrase them. A third minute of silence passes before, perhaps unexpectedly, Chilton will find he's got an incoming call.

From Will Graham (or whatever he has him listed as in his phone, Lying Son of a Bitch is quite accurate), naturally. Except, this time around, if he doesn't answer, he won't find himself plagued every six minutes. It's now or never.]

[Oh no, he's not ceding control of the terms. Chilton refuses the call, and then the next call, finally opting to continue text instead.]

Stop.

[Immediately:]

What do you want?

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

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.

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.]

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.

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