Oh the subject of impulse.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Procrastination isn't an inherent habit of doctorate recipients, so no, I cannot accurately sympathize. Perhaps it isn't merely my patients who could benefit from behavioral therapy.

Though, granted, so few of them seek improvement.

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[enabeled]

Yes... pretty sure. Unless some very unethical procedures transpired while I wasn't conscious, in which case I'd then wonder when I got a copycat.

And how.

It's really that you're anxious to get away from me, isn't it?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Actually, I wouldn't mind situating you within my company again. Just as long as our respective roles are very transparent.

I did prefer you when you were a model patient.

[enabeled]

I wouldn't count on that. No matter what ends up happening I don't intend on falling into any respective role that you want me in.

You're clearly already going mad with power.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh, really Abel. Leave the psychoanalysis to the professionals, won't you?

[enabeled]

I'll do that when the professionals begin acting like professionals. Fair enough compromise.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You're in such a playful mood. Am I to suspect a new medication?

[enabeled]

If only. I'm just naturally this charming.

[slightlyoffchilt]

No wonder you're so popular with the ladies.

[enabeled]

Not only the ladies.

Actually, not quite as popular with the nurses lately.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You know how skittish they can be.

What about that first thing you said?

[enabeled]

They'll come back around sooner or later. It isn't like I have much competition.

Hm? Well. It is true.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Perhaps we should've covered that element of your life, Abel, in our sessions.

[enabeled]

Not much to cover, not really. So there's little loss there. But, any excuse to take my blood pressure.

[slightlyoffchilt]

It's a scientific measurement, Abel! Don't give such protest.

[enabeled]

Oh, I never said I doubted your methods.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Your words would lead me to believe otherwise.

[enabeled]

I would be lying if I said I wasn't the slightest bit wary of allowing myself back in your hands. What you consider necessary therapy has proven to be quite subjective.

[slightlyoffchilt]

And yet, your violently vile actions have only served to prove my point.

Malicious. Narcissistic. Sociopath.

[enabeled]

But now, are those your official diagnoses or did I just strike a nerve?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Have you not read all the papers written about your abnormal brain, Abel? All those papers, written by all those men you killed.

And the sole woman you couldn't quite kill.

Oh -- I suppose you haven't. Since I do recall reading excerpts to you.

[enabeled]

That isn't exactly fair. I could kill her, I just didn't. World of difference.

As for all those men I killed. Probably speaks for itself what I think about most of their papers. No, they weren't all bad, but how would it look if I played favorites? But I should thank you for making it all the more enjoyable.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You didn't kill her because someone had shot you in the head. I was told of the matter, of course.

Quite happy to listen to it all, mind.

More enjoyable?

[enabeled]

Yet if I called you a sociopath, I'm sure you'd take offense. Hmm.

But, yes. Much more, with all those excerpts still fresh in mind. I'm sure you're happy to know. It's the little details, after all, that really make an experience... though, not to say it wouldn't also be enjoyable without.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'd only take offense at the inaccuracy. You have no such luxury, Abel. Such is the benefit of taxpayer dollars, isn't that right?

Are you talking more about them, or more about us?

[enabeled]

I have the luxury of observation. Can't deny me that no matter how much you might try.

Well. Trust your instinct, I say.