[ Will knew that he pushed Flynn ruthlessly, even to the point of cruelty at times. Perhaps there was something about Flynn that reminded Will of himself, before he had tumbled to the frailty of his own mental instability.
Will hadn't let himself study it too closely, though he realized he might have to start factoring it in to their conversations in an attempt to stop being deliberately provoking.]
[Flynn chuckles at the screen, running his hand over his beard. Talking to Will is unpredictable, always. Sometimes their arguments drive Flynn through the roof and sometimes there's... this.]
[ He was often unpredictable to talk with, and sometimes you couldn't even be sure who was talking, depending upon how tightly one of the monsters was wrapped around his mind at the time.
But for the moment, Will is also chuckling softly. ]
I have my moments. Though usually they are unintentional.
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[ This was his way of confirming they were the same for him. ]
Hard to get that taste out of your mouth, so to speak, when you wake up?
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You think at some point you'd just be over it.
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I don't think there'd be a coming back from that.
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Or maybe I am, because I can speak from experience.
There can be something peaceful in coming to terms with, and accepting, that some things are impossible.
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Appreciate it, though.
I don't want peaceful.
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Of maybe I'm just a masochist, who knows.
What about you? Do you still have hope?
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But that was the case before I arrived here.
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You still traveling with House?
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This coming from someone who lived a large portion of his life in a very solitary existence. If you don't count the dogs.
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I guess this town is just too small for it. And, you know, horrible.
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Horror is often in the eyes of the beholder. This town is suffering and it needs help.
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Is that mutually exclusive? Horrible people often need help.
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But I'm wondering how easy it is to lose ourselves in our own misery, that we forget the people who have already suffered greatly in all this.
Then again, I suppose you can make the argument that they're already gone, so why does it matter what happened to them.
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[He considers that for a moment.]
I think it matters what happened to them. But I also think it matters what happens to us along the way.
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They may be gone, though sometimes I wonder, but regardless our fates are intertwined now.
Horrible things happened to the people of this town, and someone tried to erase them ... sweep them under the bed like inconvenient bits of dust.
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Never thought I'd see the day where we get to agree on something.
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[ Will knew that he pushed Flynn ruthlessly, even to the point of cruelty at times. Perhaps there was something about Flynn that reminded Will of himself, before he had tumbled to the frailty of his own mental instability.
Will hadn't let himself study it too closely, though he realized he might have to start factoring it in to their conversations in an attempt to stop being deliberately provoking.]
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That's funny. Didn't know you do funny.
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But for the moment, Will is also chuckling softly. ]
I have my moments. Though usually they are unintentional.
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