canon is nbc's hannibal.

[disassociates]

Turn off the computer. Call it a night. If I wanted to talk about my spiral with you, I wouldn't be trying so hard to get you to stop.

[ Now presenting the world's most stable not-agent. ]

Just because I can't tell what's real there doesn't mean I don't know what you're doing here. Trying to get inside our heads. My head. I can appreciate the irony, even if I don't like it.

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[honorher]

They don't really seem interested in what we want. Even when we know they're doing it.

[disassociates]

I don't care if they're not interested. I don't know these people, and I don't want to.

[honorher]

[She tilts her head.]

I don't think that really matters. Especially since they already know you.

[disassociates]

They don't know me. [ He stiffens, over-utiziling his emphases, looking uncomfortable. ] Even if they think they do.

[honorher]

Is that what you're afraid of? Someone figuring you out?

[They're more alike than she thinks.]

[disassociates]

[ :l ]

Are you planning to take over for Dr. Bloom?

[honorher]

I thought Dr. Lecter was your psychiatrist. I can't take over shrinking myself.

[disassociates]

I only meant, if you're going to join in trying to... analyze me, you should know that I rarely can sit through it.

[honorher]

[She frowns at him.]

I don't do that. Analyze people, I mean. I was just trying to get to know you a little better. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.

[disassociates]

[ No, not her. It's her, apologizing. He sighs. ]

I'm being defensive because I'm already uncomfortable. [ Three guesses as to why. ] ... You've been put on one of their short leashes, too, then.

[honorher]

[She laughs, but there's no joy in it.]

I live in a psychiatric hospital. People call me cannibal. They sold my home, and the only "family" I have is Dr. Lecter. And you.

[disassociates]

[ His voice is tight when he adds: ]

Here, Abigail. These Mundanes.

[ Right now, he's wishing they'll live up to their name, and not end up the mobs of sadists he expects them to be. ]

They've got you, too.

[honorher]

Mine's not so bad. She only brings me out sometimes, when she feels like it. It's annoying, but..

[A shrug.]

The alternative's not better. Either way, I'm caged.

[disassociates]

When she needs you around. [ An image of Jack comes to mind.

So am I, he almost thinks to add, but it wouldn't be true. He's not caged, he's spilling all over the place, turning into an unidentifiable mess of a person. ]

Here could be better. We don't know enough about it yet.

[honorher]

[A headshake.]

I don't know anything about it. Only that it's not a hospital. And that there are things called 'games' which don't sound very fun.

But I think if I ended up in one with other people, it'd be okay.

[disassociates]

[ There's a long silence. ]

Some of these places are dangerous. More than we're used to.

[ And that is saying something. ]

[dissociates]

... Y-You're new here, aren't you? Those mundanes are always putting our lives on display... it's disgusting. You should just get used to it.

[disassociates]

I'd really rather not. [ ... ] Giving them what they want only encourages it.

[dissociates]

But... if you fight them, you'll only get punished, won't you?

[dissociates]

...

Heh heh... are you s-some sort of masochist?

[ fukawa no ]

[disassociates]

[ ... How do these people find him. ]

No. [ Sigh. ] I just think it wouldn't do me any good to give in.

[sensitive_psychopath]

I know these things can make us uncomfortable, Will, but sometimes the manner in which they use us can benefit them on a psychological level. Getting inside our heads, as you put it, can shed light on their own headspace, and open new possibilities of self-awareness.

Would you deny someone that opportunity Will? There might be something in it for you as well. It might be too early to say.

[disassociates]

I don't care if she's self-aware. [ :lll ] And I think it's less about us, and more about a dose of schadenfreude.

[sensitive_psychopath]

[ Oh you fancy, Will, with your fancy terms. ]

I suppose it would depend on the individual. Even if it is merely an outlet for sadism, can you rightfully say your own coping mechanisms are any better?

[disassociates]

[ He's a classy guy okay ]

I can rightfully say that they don't involve putting other people in ridiculous situations.

[ Just himself. Putting himself into ridiculous-- ridiculously dangerous situations. ]

hi kai lets play a fun game called GUESS WHO PICKED UP ANOTHER LADY

[appreciating]

Will...

[ Talk about heartbreaking, buddy. Just going to give that look - you know, the one that is somehow simultaneously the most sympathetic thing on Earth while also managing to look judgmental. It's not intentional, honest. ]

It's not always so bad here. It could...be good for you.

you know raptors are bad at guessing games gosh

[disassociates]

[ Yes, he knows that look. And glances away, because he can't add a dose of Alana feelings into the mix right now. ]

Good for me. [ Have a little, mirthless laugh. ] You can't mean that.

but apparently a++ at feelings ;_;

[appreciating]

I do. [ Well if she has to deal with them then he sure as hell should too. It's not easy being the one to make the hard call, but she did it. The least he can do is listen. ]

Relinquishing some control, letting someone else be your guide for a while. It might give you some time to re-organise your thoughts. Figure out what's [ real? ] ...important.

[ How diplomatic of you, Alana. ]

weeps

[disassociates]

[ Of course she does. She's practical, straightforward; she usually means what she says. ]

I thought you and Dr. Lecter were my guides. [ His little shoulder angels, devils, what have you. ]

suddenly singing jiminy cricket forever

[appreciating]

We try. You don't exactly make it easy, you know. [ It's not a criticism, actually it's said with a surprising amount of fondness. ]

Not that I'm sure we won't try. I will, anyway. We want what's best for you.

[ h a h ]

c:

[disassociates]

My life isn't easy. And I realize how childish that sounds.

[ huff huff

also maybe a little deadpan at that last comment ]

What's best for me might not be the best for everyone else. You both included.