[Unfortunately, ending death at the suffering of others is a part of Will Graham's job. He may not like it, but that's just how it is. His own morality is a mixed bag. He'll let a family mourn the death of two children without justice to keep the "innocence" of someone he cares about intact, but he'll still grind his teeth at encouraging killers to keep going and give them more evidence to catch them with.
It's wishy-washy. One day he'll be called out on it as if he's never realized it and have no idea how to explain it, knowing how cold a, "But I didn't know or don't care about the Boyles," could sound. A teeter totter of caring too little and caring too much.
He sees a bit of himself in that frown, in the obvious discomfort his suggestion (at least it's blunter) brings. Doesn't like it, either, and slouches in the chair while running his hands over his face to show as much.]
I would. Like. ["Love" he almost said, but there's few things Will truly loves. That word is foul and rotten on his tongue, like the food he imagines himself eating in nightmares both waking and asleep.] To be more helpful, Victor, I would. But I can't. My work with the dead involves ripping open corpses to find evidence and catch the ones who killed them. I don't bring them to life like you're trying. I. Find them at the end of it. Can only try to give justice to family and friends. Don't know how to bring them back. Do know you put too much electricity in that rabbit or anything else, you might end up taking out a lot more than ours and pissing off a lot of already emotionally compromised people.
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It's wishy-washy. One day he'll be called out on it as if he's never realized it and have no idea how to explain it, knowing how cold a, "But I didn't know or don't care about the Boyles," could sound. A teeter totter of caring too little and caring too much.
He sees a bit of himself in that frown, in the obvious discomfort his suggestion (at least it's blunter) brings. Doesn't like it, either, and slouches in the chair while running his hands over his face to show as much.]
I would. Like. ["Love" he almost said, but there's few things Will truly loves. That word is foul and rotten on his tongue, like the food he imagines himself eating in nightmares both waking and asleep.] To be more helpful, Victor, I would. But I can't. My work with the dead involves ripping open corpses to find evidence and catch the ones who killed them. I don't bring them to life like you're trying. I. Find them at the end of it. Can only try to give justice to family and friends. Don't know how to bring them back. Do know you put too much electricity in that rabbit or anything else, you might end up taking out a lot more than ours and pissing off a lot of already emotionally compromised people.