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You're sorry? And here I was worried I'd get saddled with de Lioncourt, or Octavius, or Avalon--

[ He's already chuckling by the time she gets to Lestat. ]

Okay, okay- I get the picture. I'm not, at least, stuck in a millennia-long rut of murder. Or...I don't know who Octavius is, actually.

A smug, self-important asshole.

Point is, a lot of people here don't feel worth knowing, but you do.

Yeah... [ He trails off. ]

We'll see how long you keep thinking that. Hope it's awhile.

Seriously? What's with the moping?

[ There's a small breath of a laugh on the other side. ]

Well. It's just annoying, you know? Because I actually want you to get your Deal. And I'm going to work on this, I will. But I don't-

I'm not sure me and the ship here are ever going to fully agree.

Join the club. You wanna see the first couple posts I made here and how much they pissed everybody off? I have testimonies from about five separate wardens that I'm not made for this place.

[ He had missed most of that, not being on the Warden filters. He scoffs, loudly. ]

Now that doesn't seem very helpful for anyone.

Probably not, but they weren't wrong. I still think their methodology is stupid, but it's definitely the majority opinion here.

Point is, I'm not made for this place, but I'm sticking it out. You can, too.

I don't exactly have a whole lot of choice, at this point. But yeah, I get your meaning.

I do also think that maybe I've given you the impression that I'm easier to work with than I actually am.

Oh, yeah?

Yep.

I have it on good authority that I'm not worth the time and effort, considering what a 'self-righteous, reckless, twitchy little man' I am.

Listen- I'm really not trying to have a pity party, I just wanted you to know. It's going to be an uphill battle.

Finch almost fired me a few times because I'm so hard to work with, and half the people I've saved couldn't stand me. I'm not exactly a walk in the park, either.

[ He laughs again- he's genuinely amused this time. ]

All right, then. I guess we can just both be difficult together.

And we do have time. That's- well, I was going to say it was the weirdest thing I've heard about this place, that we don't age and time doesn't pass. But that got beaten earlier this week by Nita.

[She thinks she might be able to guess how, but--]

Nita the kid?

Is she? I've only talked to her over text, so far. She did come off as pretty young, though.

So- apparently my story is fictional in her world. Or Hannibal's story, rather, because of course it would be. I mentioned people I know, to try and recover some lost memories? She admitted she recognized a few of them.

As if this place wasn't weird enough, right. She know who you were?

Yes. She tried to be polite about it, but she clearly did. Told me there was someone back home that could 'kind of' do what I do, getting inside people's heads. So she was familiar with that much, at least.

I've looked at the library for the title she gave me- Silence of the Lambs. Haven't found it yet. Maybe I should've asked for the author, but there's something that feels oddly 'taboo' about going that far.

I could try to figure it out. If you wanted.

Sure, why not? I imagine you'd be curious what was in there, too. All I got from Nita was that certain people were in the story, no idea how close to my reality they may have been.

I already have a whole file. Which we should probably talk about, along with all the other... permanent warden stuff.

You doing okay with this whole, uh, revelation?

[ No, he'd really rather not go into the file, honestly. But with how Shaw is, it's kind of inevitable. Not much point in fighting that. But there's at least a question first. ]

Uh...I mean, it's really weird, don't get me wrong. But I think having someone writing regular, very unflattering tabloid articles about me probably got me a little less sensitive to the idea. Maybe I'll feel differently when I look at it.

It just seems--

[She pauses.]

Tabloids are one thing. Having someone tell you you're not real where they come from is another.

It's functionally the same thing, for me. I know I exist, I know my experience. If something else comes by and tries to give others a wrong impression, there's not much I can do about it.

I might've gotten lucky, actually, with Hannibal being the focus. That means that I won't be labelled the 'intelligent psychopath' this time. Although 'murder husbands' is still on the table, I suppose.

Murder... husbands? That was a thing?

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