slightlyoffchilt | - IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

She comes highly recommended.

Thank you, Doctor Chilton.

Of course she does.

I'll think about it.

[ Walt has made it to Wyoming where he bought a special burner with the intention of destroying it as soon as this call was done. And whenever Chilton finally picked up -- he was confronted by an irritated: ]

Just can't cut your losses, can you?

Who -- Walt?

[Walter White. He caught himself just before a small gasp.]

You're making this call voluntarily.

Yes, I'm making this call voluntarily. You didn't catch me.

[ A beat. ]

And you're not going to. You're going to call off your dog. Did you honestly think Jesse wouldn't tell me about Will Graham? Except what I don't think you realize, while you might have sent out the orders -- your dog's gone rabid. The way Jesse was talking, it's like he intends to put an end to this thing once and for all. To make sure I never bother you again.

That can't be true. Will is -- [easily unhinged] nuanced in his perspective, but he isn't delusional. I have no doubt that he understands what would happen, if the bloodhound was out for blood.

[Will Graham defied Hannibal for -- how long? -- against that mechanism designed to have him kill. Why would that change now, when Chilton had been so transparent in his command?]

He's close. Isn't that right, he must be close.

I have no idea where he is. But I'm not staying in one place long enough to find out.

[ This was so frustrating. It pissed him off. All he had wanted was a break from all of this -- and he couldn't even get that. ]

Jesse said to me, and I quote: "He talked about you and Chilton, your game of tag. He doesn't believe you'll stay away from them for good. Which I guess means he's going to make sure you do."

To which I responded that he was probably coming to grab me and drag me back if anything.

And Jesse said: "I don't think so. I think he wants you for himself. That's the feeling I got from him. I'm telling you something's not right with Will. And I don't think it has anything to do with Chilton."

[ Walt put the other phone back in his pocket after reciting the texts. ]

So mind explaining that?

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Pinkman read him wrong. Will Graham is not going to murder anyone for me.

[There was that emphasis, of course. For me. Will Graham would murder for Abigail, he would murder for Hannibal. He wouldn't make that commitment for Chilton.

Covering up a murder wasn't the same as provoking one.]

He ought to appreciate your value. No doubt he's detected a parallel or two, by now.

I'm finding it exceedingly hard to believe a word you say.

[ Walt's tone darkened. ]

And I don't think you realize what's going to happen, if he catches up to me. You're making a huge mistake here, Chilton. One that's not just going to cost you or Will. But anyone, everyone between us.

I'm going to get you back here, Walt, where you ought to be. Where you belong. I will ensure that you have access to the best mental healthcare, the most cutting edge behavioral technique, and every medicated resource necessary.

Will Graham is your medical escort. He is not going to hurt you.

You keep stroking yourself to that fantasy, Chilton. It's not going to happen. The only thing you did was ensure that you will never see Will Graham again unless you call him off.

And I wonder -- has anyone ever tested how those nanites hold up to hydrofluoric acid?

Don't tempt him, Walter. [There's a tightness in his throat.] I said that Graham wouldn't kill on my behalf, not that he was incapable of murder in self-defense.

Do not test him. Do not jeopardize yourself.

[There was that risk inherent again; Walt's suicidal ideation. The escapism. Chilton considered Walt's death a corruptible element -- even if Walter returned from the dead, and the odds were good that he would indeed, the very variable of losing his last breath would change him. And Chilton had Walt exactly as he wanted him, right now.

There was no need to alter the formula.]

I am worried for you.

[ Those words were laughable. Walt let out a scoff of disbelief. ]

Right. So worried that you can't let me have peace of mind for even a week. So worried that you had to send someone out here to drag me back against my will.

What you're worried about isn't me. You're worried that I'll start to put myself back together -- that all the damage you did to me will be erased. You push, and you push, and you push. And pretty soon, people are going to start dying for it. And when they do, it's coming back to you.

Oh, Walt, let's not overestimate my social circle here.

[A bit dry, a bit callous.]

Do you really think you can undo the progress we've implemented, together? Do you think you can erase what I have done to you?

Really.

[ Raina didn't finish out the evening at the lab after her conversation with Lucifer. She didn't linger behind and work on her special projects. She just went home immediately, worry and fear gnawing at her. Worry and fear and anger. Worry and fear and anger and despair.

She managed to hold it together, though. Throughout the ride in the taxi and the walk to the porter and then her own drive home -- she managed to keep herself completely calm, weighing her options and finding the scale tipping heavily toward her lack of freedom.

By the time she reached the apartment, Raina unlocked the door and headed inside. She dropped her things on the floor and then sought out Chilton in desperation. Wherever he happened to be, she immediately rushed over -- wrapping her arms around him. The floodgates opened and all the emotion she was holding back poured out in hopeless tears. She wept for them and their last untainted night together. And she managed, between sobs: ]

Lucifer threatened...

[ She pulled him closer, held him tighter. ]

He threatened us if I don't sign your contract.

I'm coming over. Are you busy?

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Not at the moment, no. I have a session in two hours, however.

Is something wrong?

He -- [Chilton tensed in her embrace, his mind racing. His fingers sought her face, to stroke, to soothe. She had said the name -- Lucifer -- and he trembled to think the archangel heard it spoken. No, no, probably not. His lips were to her forehead, gentle and cool. They were alone, they were secured.

They were together.]

I haven't spoken to him since. I haven't -- why would he engage you? Why would he ask that of you?

No. I'll see you in ten.

[It's more like five minutes; he was most of the way there before he thought to text. And then Dr. Chilton has a knock at his door, and Abduxel is there in his typical attire, brandishing a bottle of something he knows Chilton likes - VIA that whole stalking episode from a while back. The other hand rests casually in his pocket by the time the door is open. He's all smiles. Warmly,]

Frederick. Mind if I come in?

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Mr. Lin.

[Chilton stepped to the side, inclining his head -- an invitation. His eyes glanced over the bottle intended to be bequeathed.]

Is this a locked door affair? Should I turn off the security cameras?

[ She sniffed, closed her eyes at the light kiss but chose to keep her head buried in his chest. ]

He came to me claiming I was keeping all of his best chess pieces for myself. He knew somehow. And I told him I would fight for you, that he could never have you. And that you were no piece to be had.

[ Finally, she looked up at him tearfully. ]

And he told me if I really wanted to save you, the only thing I could do was to sign the contract in your place. If I didn't, he would ruin us. He would make it so torturous to be together that we wouldn't be able to stand looking at one another, that we would no longer enjoy our kisses or intimacy, that every moment would be agony.

I knew nothing good would come of engaging him, Frederick. Didn't I try to warn you?

[ The question wasn't accusatory; it was just spoken on a hopeless breath. Defeat, loss, resignation -- Raina saw little that she could do now but to cave to the archangel. ]

[He laughs a little.] That depends what you're hoping we'll get up to, Dr. Chilton. Do you really need to greet me so formally? Aren't we friends?

[He speaks as he enters, extending that bottle towards him.]

I'm here to write my sigil.

Your personal access. You're giving it to me, now? What curious timing.

[He decided to lock the door. Regardless.]

Care for a drink, or are you only remaining for the purpose of a sigil?

All I'd need is some goddamn time away from you. Things were already so much better once I got away.

[ But now Chilton was cornering Walt, never giving him peace -- forcing him into constant action, and forcing him to kill in this world. Because Walt wasn't going to just go back quietly with Will Graham. ]

Call him off, Chilton.

[ Walt sighed in defeat. ]

Call him off and I'll meet with you. Wherever you want me to. I'm not submitting to being your patient again, but I don't want to have to kill Graham.

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