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Do we? It seemed that we had finished quite a lot, already.

Oh, really? Those are the last words you wanted to leave me with? Exactly when did you become so heartless, doctor.

We were never involved with heartfelt matters, Christine. Look -- I appreciate you, I do, but you know that neither of us are, or ever were, romantics.

Listen - [bzzzzzz. Be quiet.] I don't care that it ended. I moved on, all right? I'm with Renee, now, and I couldn't be more satisfied. She's more satisfying than you ever could be.

[Something she wouldn't admit so openly, but. That's just a symptom.

(She's going to regret this, oh lord.)]

It's how it ended that bothers me. And when something bothers me, I don't just let it slide. I'm not a fucking doormat, get it?

[A beat. A long beat, as emotions rile and twist, and then the realization clicks. And he chuckles -- chuckles! -- while he isn't infected with anything, Chilton feels at ease with dropping the mask.

As long as she does it first.]

Oh, Christine, we are more alike than previously anticipated.

[Chilton clears his throat, perhaps regretting those words. After all, she was so unhinged now, and quite obviously he was not.]

I, too, have found someone more satisfying that you could possibly be -- it is, in fact, why I had to end this. Why it had to end. I said as much, remember? We didn't stimulate each other, though I imagine we mean it in different ways.

[It isn't quite the same, at least, it isn't the same on a superficial level. He wants to provoke Danger's sociopathy, it wasn't a purely sexual experience -- or rather, it was if only to the extent of control and power. The shrug in his voice proves audible.]

You've found someone to manipulate, and that is great. But you don't get to get your fingers in me again, you don't get to decide what happens next. That door is closed, mat or no. You have Renee Montoya, and she'll never see this coming. She'll love you, she'll fear you, she'll fear losing you -- that's what you want.

[A longer, heavier pause.]

That's what a lot of my patients wanted.

[He's right - she has found someone to manipulate, as much as she wants to believe she's doing this out of the want to find love. I want to be loved, she told Isabelle, once upon a time. But Christine doesn't know what love is like. ~~foreigner plays in the background~~ All she knows s power.]

You're wrong. [Ohh, so wrong. She genuinely believes that, too.] You don't know me at all, Frederick. I'm not like one of your little patients. I'm not through with you. Believe me. You don't get to just close the door on me, you got that?

[Not quite a threat. Except it is.]

I have more power than you could possibly imagine.

You're acting a bit like one of my little patients right now.

[He speaks it gently, as if she were, crystallized in this moment, in a straitjacket pending sedative. It's one of his professional voices.]

And I'm going to cite, specifically, a tendency towards delusion. You have no idea what kind of power I can imagine -- the power that I've witnessed. It isn't all fun and interpersonal manipulation. It isn't the kind that's been domesticated.

I know what kind of power you've witnessed. I know it's nothing like mine - you wouldn't be underestimating me like this if you knew. You wouldn't be insulting me if you knew just what kind of consequences it's going to have on you. On your precious career that you prize so much.

[... This disease has turned her into one of those monologue villains. Oh dear.]

Remember what you told me, Frederick, when we saw the world end together? The things you told me - you don't just say them to anyone. You talked to me like I was the only person you were hoping to see alive. You tell me you must have more of me, then you dump me?

You don't just get over that. You don't just cut me off like I didn't matter.

[To him. This is all him.]

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With all due respect, Christine -- [He sneers the word.] You don't know. You don't know me, you don't know the world I've come from, and you certainly don't understand the formidable atrocities I've known. That kind of power. [His Chesapeake Ripper, continually a point of fascination.] And I'm relieved that you hadn't.

[Small pittance, really, as Chilton would be sort of a ruder dickier dick than he already was if he wanted Christine to live in a world where she could have silicon injected all over her body and her hands sewed to her face and left to rot from the inside out in a silo of forty other naked dying people.

Like a DEEPLY DICKIER DICK. Instead of just a dick who defines power in this sick, monstrous way.]

That was a traumatic moment, Christine, the end of the world. A horrifying experience. [A beat.] Perspective is the thaw after the shock -- look, you won't give me what I want. You'd never surrender whatever's burning within that mind of yours.

[So provocation is a solution, though her reaction like this was remarkable. That's how Chilton works: when denied access to a patient, when a patient won't open up to him, he finds alternatives. He bugs their rooms, his hospital, so he may eavesdrop on everything. He abuses whatever power he might have.

But unlike say, Will Graham, Christine can fight back.]

You're a liar, Frederick. [A pause. Her hand moves, a gesture in which she presses her finger against her chest.] I know liars. I've played this game before. And I never lost. I never - lose.

[Which is a lie in itself. Isabelle trumped her, once and again, but then Christine always fought back. Christine upped the stakes until they turned into murder.]

You're going to give me what I want.

If I'm a liar, Christine, then I'm in good company. [He shoots it back casually, tauntingly -- his eyes, though obscured by the nature of this medium, dilate. This is what he likes.]

But what is it that you want? Closure? Surely not -- no, you aren't the type for emotional healing. You want a conquest.

[For once, she's willing to concede him a point. Maybe that's not all bad. Frederick has shown her that he isn't quite as simple-minded as she once thought. Which is a shame - she enjoyed manipulating him. She doesn't quite enjoy watching him want to manipulate him right back. That's a game reserved for other people in her list.]

That's right. [a pause - it's that impulse to speak her mind, regardless of how that comes off, that forces the rest of her words.] I own you.

Wait -- what?

[This is not something that Frederick Chilton had to wrestle with before; perhaps because of his privileged upbringing, because of the factors in his life that enabled him to secure the label of psychiatrist, he never once had to fight for his own autonomy. He never had to clash swords in a battle of iron wills for his own sake.

It had always been him seeking to conquer the other. Especially those he considered his patients.]

You can't just say that to people! [Although, she had. He couldn't deny that she had.] You're a woman of countless toys, let us consider the implications of claiming this one.

[Finally, a dent in that infuriating pride of his. Christine's expression seems to mock him accordingly, feigning innocence so contradictory it's practically a parody in itself.]

I can say whatever I want, Frederick. And I can do whatever I want. You should know that by now.

[If not, well-] I'd be happy to help you.

It's unnecessary.

[He grits his teeth as he says it; the phrase can be applicable to many concepts, and he doesn't clarify which one (or ones) he intends.]

How you're acting, what you're saying -- you wouldn't expose such opinions if you weren't committed to them. And what does that reveal, Christine? What does that reveal about you?

[His gritting softens, exfoliated by the curiosity and need to see this side of her.]

It's more than mere control games, what's bubbling beneath your pretty face.

[She just smiles and shakes her head lazily, rolling her eyes. It's like chastising a child.]

Still trying to analyze me. I'm not here for that.

[She's made herself clear, somewhat. It's all about control, and it's about showing others it's in her hands, no matter how much they try to pry it from them.]

You'll get your answers soon enough. And when you do - [Her voice softens, dangerously:] You'll find that it's too late.

[The feed clicks off abruptly.]

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WHERE WAS THE NOTIF FOR THIS?? aaaahhh noooooo

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