[poor Mr. Brown gets nothing from Will. He's rather just there until that last bit of information hits him. While he hadn't thought it at all beyond Chilton to go for illegal means at that level, that calls back one particular conversation between the two of them, Will in his cage after having a breath in freedom for the worst possible reasons, and he doesn't stop the displeased look that crosses his face.]
I had a feeling. [Had Chilton been angling for some of those more personal conversations, letting the loves of killers go to waste, Alana Bloom's strangely successful hypnotism? No sir.] Suppose that doesn't matter now unless—you're not recording this, are you?
[Which isn't to say that Will minds it so much as, now, he'd like to be given a head's up on the matter. No need to go discussing matters that would put them both at risk if there's going to be the potential for evidence left behind, even if a file can be deleted.]
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I had a feeling. [Had Chilton been angling for some of those more personal conversations, letting the loves of killers go to waste, Alana Bloom's strangely successful hypnotism? No sir.] Suppose that doesn't matter now unless—you're not recording this, are you?
[Which isn't to say that Will minds it so much as, now, he'd like to be given a head's up on the matter. No need to go discussing matters that would put them both at risk if there's going to be the potential for evidence left behind, even if a file can be deleted.]