mason you are tearing me apart

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[Look, man, I made the account. I didn't realize a Mason was going to friend you. This is legitimately not my fault. Don't go blubbering now. Is that too much to ask?]

I believe psychologists would have a great many things to say about someone who takes such delight in the torment of people, fictional or otherwise.

This is hardly a good idea.

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I was interested in a lot of things going through school; for a semester, I entertained the idea of being a gastroenterologist. The next, I thought pathology was the proper route. Eventually, though, I defaulted to family medicine. Little bit of everything, easy way to make a good living. Physical therapy was also an interest...I sort of dabbled in everything without picking a single one to focus on.

[Is that lazy? Maybe. But Cordell still had a great deal of medical knowledge, and he'd at least gone through school and gotten out with something that could people good. He could give back, even if it was mostly dealing with families who didn't know how to combat runny noses or wanted to know why their ears felt so clogged up. It wasn't glamorous work by any stretch of the imagination, family medicine, but it was necessary.]

Things happen, though. I'd actually like to open my own practice in family medicine, now that I can...give other things my time.

[politesse]

[ Lecter listens carefully, and he's even considering offering a legitimately helpful advice...

But then Cordell says that last sentence, and Lecter winces like the man's said his goal is to pet a unicorn. ]

Do you think family medicine would be wise, given the nature of your late employers' convictions?

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[Oh no.

Is he implying that Cordell has the same sort of depraved, despicable tastes that Verger had? That he would be going into family medicine for ulterior motives that were the opposite of help? Does he think...]

Are you— [He has to take a pause to gather his thoughts, because maybe he's wrong. Maybe he's just reading too much into it because of how it relates to Verger, and how wrongly it relates.] —that's not, he—we're not alike.

[Like that he might have added. But the further away he can be thought of as "like" that particular person, the better.]