[When the hare screams, the fox comes a-runnin'. But not to help. Never to help.
Will knows wolves in the guise of sheep who have no interest in the well-being of sheep at all. Will knows a snake that's sent him, the mongoose, after plenty of others. Gave him others, drew snakes out of the grass for Will to get his fangs around and wrestle to the ground, take apart bit by bit, all while he let a certain other venom take over his brain and every thought. He saw his fear and made it worse, left him in the dark and made himself the only thing that could ever guide Will, no matter how bad it got.
There are monsters in the dark, but the worst of them function perfectly fine in the daytime. Terrible people are the kind that Will hunts and puts away. The kind he gets inside the minds of and feels everything they do. He's never met one quite like Lecter, can't think of anyone at all like him, and with his voice in his head and Will not so sick anymore? There's nothing to be afraid of. There's nothing to be scared of. Not now.
When Will Graham goes back home, he'll be accused of rather awful things. And when that happens, no matter what it takes, he'll bring Lecter down. The time for hunting wolves is over, forced into retirement as he is. The time for collecting their furs and fears is over. The time for holding his eye while the mind behind his own works furiously to make it so the world around him closes in, suffocates him, and he can no longer hide himself? That's what time it is.
There's no fear in him when it comes to wolves. Not now, and hopefully never again.]
Barty is a man who has nothing good waiting for him if we all end up going back. This is a second chance for plenty of people dragged here. With nothing to return to, what should one do when they have this and only this? What does a man who's sentenced to be sent away with absolutely nothing to look forward to do, and one who is so curious?
[Surely not start fires. Surely. Surely Will isn't including himself with those plenty of people. Surely Will isn't fishing for Jim to tell him more about being from Earth, just six feet under it. Or for him to go on about spiders and curiosity and hunger. Oh yes, that "curious" is there for a good reason. Jim should pick up on it, if he's not busy being...distracted.]
Barty fills a need for me. Something that I need as much as I need air or food or drink. I assume he finds me of interest and indulges me. It helps pass the time, be it because he needs something to entertain him or just wants it. I don't inquire about it. That's what I will say. He gives me something that only he can. Needs and wants that we can give each other. Give and take. This and that. Trick and treat.
[Treats. Him and his dogs. Scooby snacks.]
So. Jim. This payment that he won't give you and you've come to me about, tell me this: do you need it, or do you want it?
[Details without details. They have an agreement, but why, and what does it really relate to? What does Will need and how does Barty fulfill it? What does this somewhat awkward man who loves dogs need from someone like Barty, and what could possibly be needed as much as the basics to keep human life going?
Does Jim need details, does he wants details, which is it? To someone from his own home, they might have heard that as Will asking if they needed him or they wanted him. Jim might take it the same way, though he honestly can't know exactly what that means. Not to Will, who's spent so much time skirting the psychiatric circles and refusing to dish out his thing.
Barty is not a friend, because Will has no friends. Jim and Barty have something going on, obviously. If Will's going to publicly stick up for Barty, of course he'd attract the attention of those who find Barty interesting more than a problem. He doesn't need friends. He needs connections.
So why in the world would he not take the time and initiative to absorb Barty's connections (friends?) into his own circle of trust that involves trusting absolutely no one who's inside of it? He'd have to be a bit out of his mind not to attempt it, and he is a man with a head that's very, very interesting. It's a matter of playing his cards right, and with Lecter's voice whispering his thoughts...perhaps it'll be easier than it might have been on his own.]
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Will knows wolves in the guise of sheep who have no interest in the well-being of sheep at all. Will knows a snake that's sent him, the mongoose, after plenty of others. Gave him others, drew snakes out of the grass for Will to get his fangs around and wrestle to the ground, take apart bit by bit, all while he let a certain other venom take over his brain and every thought. He saw his fear and made it worse, left him in the dark and made himself the only thing that could ever guide Will, no matter how bad it got.
There are monsters in the dark, but the worst of them function perfectly fine in the daytime. Terrible people are the kind that Will hunts and puts away. The kind he gets inside the minds of and feels everything they do. He's never met one quite like Lecter, can't think of anyone at all like him, and with his voice in his head and Will not so sick anymore? There's nothing to be afraid of. There's nothing to be scared of. Not now.
When Will Graham goes back home, he'll be accused of rather awful things. And when that happens, no matter what it takes, he'll bring Lecter down. The time for hunting wolves is over, forced into retirement as he is. The time for collecting their furs and fears is over. The time for holding his eye while the mind behind his own works furiously to make it so the world around him closes in, suffocates him, and he can no longer hide himself? That's what time it is.
There's no fear in him when it comes to wolves. Not now, and hopefully never again.]
Barty is a man who has nothing good waiting for him if we all end up going back. This is a second chance for plenty of people dragged here. With nothing to return to, what should one do when they have this and only this? What does a man who's sentenced to be sent away with absolutely nothing to look forward to do, and one who is so curious?
[Surely not start fires. Surely. Surely Will isn't including himself with those plenty of people. Surely Will isn't fishing for Jim to tell him more about being from Earth, just six feet under it. Or for him to go on about spiders and curiosity and hunger. Oh yes, that "curious" is there for a good reason. Jim should pick up on it, if he's not busy being...distracted.]
Barty fills a need for me. Something that I need as much as I need air or food or drink. I assume he finds me of interest and indulges me. It helps pass the time, be it because he needs something to entertain him or just wants it. I don't inquire about it. That's what I will say. He gives me something that only he can. Needs and wants that we can give each other. Give and take. This and that. Trick and treat.
[Treats. Him and his dogs. Scooby snacks.]
So. Jim. This payment that he won't give you and you've come to me about, tell me this: do you need it, or do you want it?
[Details without details. They have an agreement, but why, and what does it really relate to? What does Will need and how does Barty fulfill it? What does this somewhat awkward man who loves dogs need from someone like Barty, and what could possibly be needed as much as the basics to keep human life going?
Does Jim need details, does he wants details, which is it? To someone from his own home, they might have heard that as Will asking if they needed him or they wanted him. Jim might take it the same way, though he honestly can't know exactly what that means. Not to Will, who's spent so much time skirting the psychiatric circles and refusing to dish out his thing.
Barty is not a friend, because Will has no friends. Jim and Barty have something going on, obviously. If Will's going to publicly stick up for Barty, of course he'd attract the attention of those who find Barty interesting more than a problem. He doesn't need friends. He needs connections.
So why in the world would he not take the time and initiative to absorb Barty's connections (friends?) into his own circle of trust that involves trusting absolutely no one who's inside of it? He'd have to be a bit out of his mind not to attempt it, and he is a man with a head that's very, very interesting. It's a matter of playing his cards right, and with Lecter's voice whispering his thoughts...perhaps it'll be easier than it might have been on his own.]