slightlyoffchilt | - IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

I would much rather have Hannibal behind a thick, plexiglass wall quite honestly. He would make for a fascinating specimen.

[And Chilton was only encouraged, knowing that he had that same pulse of logic back home.]

But in the meanwhile, no, I do not think that a direct attack is the most effective. Drawing his attention seems frantically hubristic.

[Even for Chilton.]

Take my advice and steer clear. I do not want you inflaming his attention.

So what's to stop you from having him right where you want him? What's to stop you from doing anything? You're not in your home world anymore, Chilton. This place? This is your world. Look at how far you've come, all your successes.

Hannibal Lecter doesn't mean a damn thing here. So get him locked up. Observe him like he's on display in a zoo. Get all the revenge here and now for the things he puts you through back home in your future.

I am not -- certain. [A beat. Chilton's insecurities, his fallen aspirations and his slicked back envy, bubbled from the recesses of his narcissistic mind. What he exposed before Walt, right now, was weakness.]

I am not certain that I can, without assistance. From Will Graham.

[Chilton was intimidated. He knew that Will had something of extraordinary status with Lecter, and he knew that he himself lacked that. Such had been made abundantly clear.

He had more to lose.]

[ Why the hell does it always boil down to Will Graham? ]

You don't. You don't need him. Stop relying on him as a crutch to do what you should be able to do on your own. Whether it's in regards to this situation or anything really.

I believe in your maneuvering, Chilton.

My maneuvering. [Chilton tasted the word, considering it.] You make it sound so innocuous. [Wryly:] Like putting a little English on the ball.

[There's a hollow quiet on his end, an unnerving silence as he examines Walt's faith in him. Ironic, of course, coming from Walt of all people. As if encouraging Chilton's manipulative tendencies didn't speak to some greater qualm between them.]

I want to watch what happens first. The match has only just struck, and Hannibal will go after poor Will. My maneuvering depends on those observations.

Right. So we watch and wait.

[ Suddenly it had become a we. Suddenly, Walt had involvement in this. ]

But if something happens, if you get hurt. I make no promises that I'll hold back. You are mine.

[ Possession inherent. Emphasis on who Chilton belonged to. But after a moment, his tone turned a bit gentle. ]

Do you need company? I can stop by your office.

[The degree of heat in possession gave him pause -- but it wasn't something that Chilton thought too deeply about, given the concern that Hannibal posed. That sharp, immediate concern.]

I'm sure I can manage, Walt. This isn't to say I don't appreciate your involvement -- I do, sincerely. [Another beat.] Remarkable. How tragedy -- or the threat of tragedy -- can bring people together.

[ Walt was a little disappointed when Chilton refused his offer to come to him, and the weight of his pause was indicative of that. ]

This doesn't end as a tragedy, though. The story is going to be different this time. This time, we both accomplish the things we want -- and nothing stands in our way.

Definitely not some weird cannibal from your home world at least.

I'm glad that you called. There was a time -- [Well. No one had called after Gideon disemboweled him, had they? No one had visited. No one would, when he was shot in the face by a brainwashed Miriam Lass.]

... Anyway. I am comforted by the fact.

It was the least I could do.

[ And it felt like the least he was allowed to do. Sitting and waiting wasn't a strategy Walt enjoyed employing. ]

I'll send you a fruit basket or something.

A fruit basket. Because I'm vegan, or are you insinuating something else?

What is there to insinuate?

[ When Walt pretty much knew the truth -- would have been the next part of that statement. ]

[There's a beat on Chilton's end -- the moment spent sulking, of course.]

You better include papaya.

Are you normally this demanding with your gifts? Or is this just the special treatment I get for buying you a lot of things?

You will always get special treatment, Walt. It's what you deserve.

I like how quickly you turned that around. Good one, Chilton.

Part of my charm. [A beat.] You won't instigate anything with Lecter, will you?

I'm not going to promise that I won't at least talk to him.

[ Which was perhaps a little indicative that Walt had at least answered Hannibal's cattle call for Will. ]

Just don't bait him. And do not get baited by him.

I think you can manage that.

You say that as though you have doubts.

Well. You are emotionally volatile, let's not forget.

So what? You're going to just keep holding that one time against me?

[ Excessively downplaying the actual number of times.... ]

One time... I do not believe that count is correct. Are we having an episode of denial, or repression?

Did you ever stop to think that maybe you're the one not counting correctly? Or do you only misremember when it's convenient for you?

That is definitely not the case, please refrain from attempting to impose your delusion onto my reality.

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