ic contact.

[heartlessglitch]

YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY INITIATED CONTACT WITH DANGER.

I AM CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE TO RESPOND.
YOU ARE ENCOURAGED TO LEAVE A CONCISE MESSAGE.
THANK YOU.

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[slightlyoffchilt]

Perhaps. But as it stands, I am the best you've got, with regards to your available resources. And I am your doctor.

[heartlessglitch]

I do not wish to talk to my doctor about Abel Gideon.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Your friend, then. I'm coming as your friend.

[heartlessglitch]

Do you even know what it means, to approach someone as their friend?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I know what you'd want me to say. Does that count for anything?

[heartlessglitch]

What is it do you think I would want you to say?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I had missed your presence.

[heartlessglitch]

In that case, I would prefer not to be lied to.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Snappishly:]

You won't take my pity, you won't accept my comfort nor my concern. What is it that you want me to do, precisely?

[heartlessglitch]

I would prefer to be offered something genuine, and if that is impossible, then I would rather be left alone, if it is all the same to you, Doctor.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[A much frostier beat follows. And then:]

If that's what you want, authenticity. Since you'll be able to detect the consequences of your recent rendezvous, I'll be genuine in my intent: I will be expunging your security devices from my house, from my bedroom, and I'll have a courier deliver them all to you.

[He says, having already begun to disconnect the devices.]

[heartlessglitch]

[ A tense beat of her own, before she responds rather tersely: ]

I fail to follow your logic. Do you suddenly wish to be killed by Hannibal Lecter?

[slightlyoffchilt]

If you are murdered by Hannibal Lecter's knock-off, how can you possibly protect me? I've survived Abel Gideon twice, when you couldn't seem to manage even that. He doesn't murder out of some wayward sense of romance, Danger. I was right about him, and you didn't listen.

[As this goes on, his voice gains confidence:]

I am not sacrificing my privacy any longer, Danger. Not for a methodology that isn't foolproof. If -- in fact, if anything, perhaps you ought to consider seeking protection from others for yourself. [A beat.] I might have a suitable studio, for your needs.

[heartlessglitch]

How dare you question my competence? You are well-aware that there is an emotional component affecting these circumstances that has absolutely no application in the case of Hannibal Lecter. This is not an issue of my defensive functions.

It is not the same.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Your emotional component in one capacity had already compromised your judgement, how can you claim that your emotions along that spectrum won't do the same? You surely must feel outraged by Hannibal. How can you trust that motivation?

Sometimes, Danger, you are much too human.

[heartlessglitch]

Too human. Is that the problem, Doctor? I feel and think too much for your liking? Perhaps I might suggest you start taking an appliance to bed with you then, as something less sentient might better suit your needs.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You ought to be cautious about how you frame such suggestions, Danger, given what happened to the last time you encountered a lover.

[heartlessglitch]

You ought to be cautious how you speak to me, human. Or is your life not threatened enough as it is?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Surely not as threatened as yours. Abel Gideon is still out there, and given his prior history with violence and emotional turmoil, he won't see you the same way again. Keep aware of that.

[heartlessglitch]

I will handle Abel Gideon. Your insight, however valuable your ego has convinced you that it might be, is not required.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I feel quite similarly, Danger, except with regards to your security.

Can you sense what I've already unplugged?

[heartlessglitch]

Fortunately for you, I am unable to function as I usually do. Therefore, only you know the extent of the mess you've made.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Well! That makes this even more fun.

[heartlessglitch]

I should deliver you to Hannibal Lecter myself, to spare us all the trouble.

[slightlyoffchilt]

What, wrapped up with a bow? Hand delivery? Something about that suggests it isn't quite your style.