[He glances past Chilton, swallows down the question he won't ask (Is that all you can see when you look at me? Him?), and takes a moment to screw his courage to the sticking-place before he looks back.]
Thought I could play his game. Win his game. He wanted a friend, you know. That was my in, my unsafe safety net. When he realized, he destroyed the world around us. Destroyed me. Offered forgiveness, laid the blame at my feet, and left us to die.
[Every word is weighed down by regret. Raw honesty that serves as a segue back into deals with a devil without being wholly direct. This was what the devil they knew had done to those he cared for, those who had worshiped at his church, and Chilton knew what the Ripper was like to those he didn't care for. Will can't change anything now, but if there's a chance his gravest mistake might give Chilton pause and prevent him (save him?) from more terrifying brutality, so be it. They were both still alive. Best to keep it that way.]
You can understand why I don't think about going home. But I appreciate your generosity implying he hasn't touched that part of me already, Frederick.
[A strained smile follows, both sets of fingers tapping against the armrests. Chilton may recognize it as a patient who is ready to push off that chair and head out. Coupled with Will breaking his concentration from Chilton and glancing about the room, he isn't being particularly subtle.]
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Thought I could play his game. Win his game. He wanted a friend, you know. That was my in, my unsafe safety net. When he realized, he destroyed the world around us. Destroyed me. Offered forgiveness, laid the blame at my feet, and left us to die.
[Every word is weighed down by regret. Raw honesty that serves as a segue back into deals with a devil without being wholly direct. This was what the devil they knew had done to those he cared for, those who had worshiped at his church, and Chilton knew what the Ripper was like to those he didn't care for. Will can't change anything now, but if there's a chance his gravest mistake might give Chilton pause and prevent him (save him?) from more terrifying brutality, so be it. They were both still alive. Best to keep it that way.]
You can understand why I don't think about going home. But I appreciate your generosity implying he hasn't touched that part of me already, Frederick.
[A strained smile follows, both sets of fingers tapping against the armrests. Chilton may recognize it as a patient who is ready to push off that chair and head out. Coupled with Will breaking his concentration from Chilton and glancing about the room, he isn't being particularly subtle.]