[He's read all the things he can on the network to get a better grasp of this whole world of wizards and magic, and he's not really sure how well his work could ever be understood. He knows he can't exactly understand a wizard's world, of course not, but could they ever grasp a Muggle world like the one Will knows? Not just knows, but the darkness of it he lives and breathes and dreams and sleeps and showers in?
Similar traits. People still being people. And yet all the differences make him a little
curious
How he hates it.]
That sounds a little more exciting than what I usually deal with.
[Also a good thing he doesn't deal with that because he might just think he's gone out of his damn mind if that ever happened.]
He can think whatever he wants, of course he can. I don't mind him sharing what he thinks with me. We get along in our own weird way. [Weird is an understatement.] I just mind him telling someone else. Anyone else. Sure, he's been portrayed as a "psychopathic" man with morality issues, but even a broken clock is right twice a day. It would be unfair to dismiss what he thinks he knows because of his reputation.
[Thinks he knows, yes, he'll spin this into wording that makes it really, really obvious that Will? He's not guilty of what Barty saw.
Not fully, at any rate.]
So are you going to ask what it was like to be in his head? Everything I saw and heard and felt? What about mine, are you going to ask about it in detail?
[For real, who can ignore the cannibalism thing. There's polite and then there's nearly insulting. This is the latter.
The thing about him knowing himself? Albus doesn't understand what an awful thing that is to say to Will Graham. No one here does. The man Abigail knew was sick and getting sicker. She saw him losing it step by step, but she can't know, not really. Albus isn't Lecter. Coming from Lecter, that would be...well, it's a good thing it's not. For both Will and that bastard.
And oh, all those broken clocks. More things no one needs to know.]
wow rude!!!! he doesn't know her maybe she's still alive. just not alive in his life. a bloo bloo
Similar traits. People still being people. And yet all the differences make him a little
curious
How he hates it.]
That sounds a little more exciting than what I usually deal with.
[Also a good thing he doesn't deal with that because he might just think he's gone out of his damn mind if that ever happened.]
He can think whatever he wants, of course he can. I don't mind him sharing what he thinks with me. We get along in our own weird way. [Weird is an understatement.] I just mind him telling someone else. Anyone else. Sure, he's been portrayed as a "psychopathic" man with morality issues, but even a broken clock is right twice a day. It would be unfair to dismiss what he thinks he knows because of his reputation.
[Thinks he knows, yes, he'll spin this into wording that makes it really, really obvious that Will? He's not guilty of what Barty saw.
Not fully, at any rate.]
So are you going to ask what it was like to be in his head? Everything I saw and heard and felt? What about mine, are you going to ask about it in detail?
[For real, who can ignore the cannibalism thing. There's polite and then there's nearly insulting. This is the latter.
The thing about him knowing himself? Albus doesn't understand what an awful thing that is to say to Will Graham. No one here does. The man Abigail knew was sick and getting sicker. She saw him losing it step by step, but she can't know, not really. Albus isn't Lecter. Coming from Lecter, that would be...well, it's a good thing it's not. For both Will and that bastard.
And oh, all those broken clocks. More things no one needs to know.]