- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

Comments

[kingpawn]

Contrary to what you believe, I do prefer it when we're getting along.

[ For the most part. Sometimes. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Getting along" doesn't imply compliance, you know. At least -- not on my end of things.

[kingpawn]

It implies you being less of a dick when I'm being honest with you. I mean, do you even appreciate anything?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I do, yes, but you make it difficult when you so baldly crave admiration and recognition for your act of being a decent human being.

And by act, I do mean charade.

[kingpawn]

Are you trying to claim my feelings aren't legitimate?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh, no. I'm claiming that the circumstance you construct around them is not legitimate.

Your feelings are incredibly honest.

[kingpawn]

I'm starting to question the legitimacy of your psychiatry if that is the asinine conclusion you've drawn.

[slightlyoffchilt]

My practice, or my mental state?

[kingpawn]

Your methods, thoughts, and conclusions. When it comes to me.

I'm sure you're fine when it comes to other people.

[slightlyoffchilt]

But you are special?

[kingpawn]

I don't know whether you're trying to drive me away or provoke my anger half the time.

But is it really the time to do either?

[slightlyoffchilt]

You have your agenda, Walt. I have mine.

[kingpawn]

Then I suppose you can just deal with this on your own.

[slightlyoffchilt]

If it keeps you far away from Hannibal, then I couldn't be happier.

[kingpawn]

[ That made him angry. It wounded his pride. And once again, it called to question just how off-balanced this relationship was. ]

Yeah, well.

Yeah. Fuck you, Chilton. You want me out of the picture, I'm out. Completely. No involvement with Hannibal. No involvement with Will. And no involvement with you.

[slightlyoffchilt]

-- Ah. Your Borderline Personality Disorder emerges once again, how timely.

[He restrains his exhale; he knows Walt can't help himself.]

What is it that you want me to do to make it up to you?

[kingpawn]

No. You don't just get to make it up to me. You made it quite clear what you think about me and my offer to help.

And you made a lot more things than that clear in this conversation. You don't deserve to have me around. I'm a greater person than you'll ever be, and you can't stand that so you have to sit here and mock and belittle me.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You want me to make it up to you, though, don't you? You thrive on capitulation. A finite resource.

[A beat.]

Unless you're finding that capitulation somewhere else. Unless you are corrupted by external forces.

[kingpawn]

[ Ugh. This talk about outside corruption again. Like that was what the issue was. ]

You just don't get it, do you? You don't understand a damn thing about me. For a man who wants to write the story, you have no capacity to see things from my perspective or zero care to do so.

You don't give a shit about me. So why should I waste my time on you?

[slightlyoffchilt]

So you want to walk away. I've extended myself to soothe your ego twice now within this conversation -- not that you understood it, mind. You overestimate your own ability to understand our situation.

[His voice drops, no longer light and soft. There's a darkened edge to it.]

But clearly I have overestimated your worth. If I understand nothing about you, Walt, then my previous opinion of your greatness was severely misinformed. You aren't anything great, and you never will be, quite the contrary. You're nothing. You've condemned yourself to a long, lonely nothing of a life.

We are done.

[kingpawn]

You've just made the worst mistake of your life, Chilton.

[ Click. ]