gotham | potential season 2 spoilers.

[deconstructs]

I understand you have several — feelings rooted by your apprehension. It is only natural, being in the position that you find yourself in. However, might I suggest a session in my chair?

After all, if we are to continue this little — escapade of ours, you may come to require a level head and a clear focus. And who better to aid you in this endeavor, than the man who might prove to possess the most capable, certifiably qualified voice inside your head?

Take some time to mull it over; you will find I have nothing but time.

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[swore]

I guess that goes double for the dead.

[retake]

You may find clarity in short supply around here, professor.

[deconstructs]

[ his features wrinkle in what appears to be a portrayal of amusement. his fingers steeple, eyes watching victor curiously, fixated. ]

Indeed it does, Mr. Fries, yes. Once the world has abandoned its thought of you, you are free to think only of it and your next move upon it.

[deconstructs]

I believe that, perhaps, it is simply a matter of time and effort, before we could possibly make such a diagnosis.

[swore]

[ A long moment passes before Victor speaks again. He seems— restless. Not nervous, not anxious, just restless. ]

Why not just let me die?

[retake]

A man of principle. I respect that.

[deconstructs]

Because I believe in your work, Victor.

[ his fingers separate, each a parallel gap to the other. ]

And that work, it would appear, is not yet finished.

[deconstructs]

[ his chuckle is noiseless, a mere exhale of breath. it reflects in his features, though, that same mask that galavan wears — you must remember to smile, hugo, a conscientious effort instilled in him as a younger man. ]

I have always thought us to be — kindred spirits, Mr. Galavan. Your conviction in all your past doings stand as — tantamount to my own.

[swore]

My work.

[ Victor's voice trails off. The purpose of his work has gone, crumbled into ice and dust. What does he have, now? ]

Not yet finished, for you, you mean.

[ His tone is practical rather than argumentative. ]

[retake]

[ Like recognizes like, and though the corners of Galavan's eyes wrinkle, the smile — or at least its warmth — doesn't quite reach the rest of his features. ]

And so, as every crusade needs its sword, I shall be yours.