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Sort of ironic that you're still waiting on a decision because you "don't know what to do," don't you think?

I mean, how do you think I feel?

Not that I'm in any particular hurry... as you know. I am flexible. But it bears mentioning. You know how I hate being jerked around. Sad state of affairs when no one can commit to a simple choice.

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So this possibility is, ah, made more probable -- is that it?

Does the thought upset you?

No. [Yes.] Why should it? I haven't even committed to application.

Whereas you've been committed to saner things, comparatively.

Well, commitment is a funny thing. A little overrated, I certainly have the credentials to prove it.

Case in point. I find that I was a great dealer saner before.

I didn't make you kill all of those people, Abel.

[Emphasis on "all", now. As if there's some implicit admittance to one nurse.]

And what choice do you favor, I wonder?

More of them than I was planning to, though. But you know -- it's not really about how many people I've killed. I don't have the luxury of dwelling on the past, it seems.

So you're considerate enough to plague my future?

Whichever one proves more productive. Not really too picky, though. My own plans are... well. A little out reach just at the moment.

Count yourself lucky you're in any position to complain in the first place. I could have always cut out your tongue. But I didn't. Not that I don't sort of regret that now.

Ah, yes, impulsivity. Or rather, the acute inability to plan long-term. One of the presiding traits of sociopathy, Abel, so glad you're keeping up your patterns.

Are they my patterns, Frederick, or are they your patterns rubbing off on me?

I mean, let's just look at how this whole 'Chesapeake Ripper' thing worked out for you.

Sometimes they're like that. I assume it wouldn't be long before they are in reach?

My patterns? My patterns? And what would you know about my patterns, exactly?

[TOTALLY GLOSSING OVER THAT RIPPER COMMENT.]

Well, it isn't like you're always especially subtle. Like you don't have a few idiosyncrasies of your own.

How am I supposed to know?

Could be. Could also not. Plans and reality have so little in common.

We've worked together for two years, Abel. I've anticipated that you would notice my personality.

I don't think I'd like to be that out of control.

Oh, I did. Not like you don't like the attention.

Hm. Liked?

Not really a situation anyone enters by choice, though, is it?

I'm hardly about to clarify your analysis of me.

It's kind of cruel to pick you out of all of us.

[Not that his mun thinks so. Shut up, Will.]

You've been jerked around enough recently, Doctor Gideon. It's very good of you to warn them that you won't take kindly to it.

[Good boy, Gideon. Slowly making up for not killing Alana.

No, wait, he can never make up for that. Oh well.]

But that does beg the question: how do you feel? You didn't say.

I think I'd be looking for any way to control it.

Maybe. But we're all rather used to cruel, aren't we, Mr. Graham?

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