[ House, it may be best to never try to follow Mason Verger's line of reasoning. Hannibal, yes. Mason, no. ]
Apparently the child went full term but was not viable.
[ He speaks with a calm, clinical detachment. He had gone through his mourning period back when Margot first "lost" the pregnancy and he had never actually seen the baby. ]
Mason Verger was a unique kind of sadist, with an extremely unsettling attachment to pigs.
[The clinical detachment still has House sobering. He glances down at his tablet, Peter's message the last thing he saw there.]
I'm sorry.
[For Will's psyche, mostly. And whoever the woman was who had that happen to her. Because that would be some kind of insane medical breakthrough if that had actually worked.]
[ Oddly enough, Will found himself ... appreciative of the sympathy shown. He gave a small nod, then leaned back against the wall. ]
It was probably a mercy. [ He said, after a moment. ] I'm no genetic material jackpot, and even if Margot was nowhere near the psychopath her brother was; I wouldn't wish any child, let alone a child of mine, into that theater of misery.
Mason Verger was true evil. [ Will continued, in a soft voice. ] Hannibal is ... Hannibal, but I could sit here and walk you through everything that made him, who he is; from the abuse of his childhood and on.
Mason was a man who delighted in cruelty. Pain and death weren't enough for him, he bathed himself in pure cruelty.
[House picks up his tablet and sets it to play on the video that Peter sent. It shows where Peter has cut the names of his friends into his arm, the wound still fresh, some of the deeper incisions still welling with blood. There are also the observations House made about the Pit carved into the man's arm.]
I was gonna do it myself, just in case they wiped our memories. He literally begged me to let him use my scalpel to do it, instead. I told him no. He said he'd give me a bunch of music. I said no. So, he offered a no-questions-asked, drop-everything favor.
[House shrugs.]
My prize. [He sounds just thrilled about it.] Guess he thought I wanted to up the ante from cutting to suicide.
[ Will didn't immediately respond. Instead, he took time to look at the video closely and also to absorb what House was saying.
And what he wasn't saying. ]
Quill is a study in emotional extremes, House. He's trying to function under an impossible guilt complex and he's torn between wanting to be a hero and wanting to be a villain.
[ Looking down, Will reached up and pulled his glasses off his face, rubbing at the bridge of his nose for a moment. ]
You're going to court extreme displays, when you poke at him.
[It's petulant, but it's true, so there. House has some mild sense of self-preservation very occasionally, and going after the guy who's claimed to want to murder him is a bad idea.]
I was even nice to the cat.
[So that he can torment her with it later. Details.]
I wasn't trying to push his buttons. [It comes as a snap now, House digging in his heels. If he were a dog, his ears would be back and his hackles would be raised.] I didn't even want him to do that to himself. I told him not to. He's a moron.
I don't need people to spare me pain. I know how to deal with it.
[The physical kind much better than the other kinds.]
[ Given the amount of time they had been traveling together, Will had worked at shutting off his instinct to read House. Like keeping one eye constantly closed.
But he couldn't ignore the way his inner mind's eyes flashed, the pendulum swinging with a soft fhwum fhwum. It wasn't a full recreation of any given scene, but rather a soft tumble into a psyche not his own.
A man so driven by the impossible task of earning the recognition of an abusive father, that the failure to attain the impossible had shattered the child within. Leaving behind the fiercely independent man, determined to rely on noone but himself. Ultimately betrayed in that very basic need by his own body and then by the person he'd allowed in close.
In a weaker man the destruction of basic trusts could have lead down the path of a spree killer. However the strength of a good heart had instead turned that pain and rage towards the only acceptable subject; himself.
Already in a dangerously unhealthy position, Norfinbury had only added fuel to the self destructive fires. The urge was pitched beyond measure now, to destroy rather than surrender.
Only like it was back home, a good heart turned it inwards, rather than out. Despite what people saw from the outside, looking in. Inwards where his will was in command. Except Norfinbury was a living hell for almost all of them and no matter how desperately he bellowed out his demands, the pain didn't let up.
Which left the child still aching for recognition that wasn't coming, and the cycle started all over again.
House must be exhausted.
Will blinked rapidly a couple of times and then cast his gaze down and to the side. Giving ground to the raised hackles and bared teeth. Leaving House's snarls as the last words on the subject. ]
[House can tell Will is doing his thing, and watches him in cold silence for some comment. When the other man demurs, keeping what he's seen to himself, there's a note of gratitude that House swiftly crushes down and tosses aside. He'd had a plan to try to sow a few seeds of doubt that he really wanted to see his own end, and that really hasn't worked out.
The doctor just drops his own gaze and grabs the chew toy from out of his pack. Screw it. Will's already seen it, seen the teeth marks. House gnaws on that and goes back to stalking people on the network.]
You having fun with your self-imposed exile? I'm wondering if you'll secretly agree that you're an extrovert by the end of it.
We're going to try and push the oven in the pizza parlor downtown over to the bakery. See if we can't plug it in and get anything. I'll let you know if we have any success.
[ He waits five minutes and sends another one. Come on, he's being nice and giving House attention, right? Right? ]
I mean, of course you're not going to admit you were wrong out loud. But it's not exactly a blast actually being an introvert, so you're getting the better end of the deal, anyway. Just ask Will. People are meant to be social creatures.
[Really. House ends up gnawing on his bone chew toy to avoid the temptation of writing back that he is clearly not an extrovert. He doesn't need to talk at people. And he doesn't need this asshole baiting him.]
Even the introverts need people around sometimes, you know? Just one, someone they can trust. The fact that you don't trust anyone points even harder to you being an extrovert. You don't want any sort of deep connection with someone else.
[ He fully expects to get a tirade when House's self-ban is over. Worth it to box him in like this, if only briefly. ]
house house house hey house graham says youre being a dumbass and not talking to people but hey im alive again what day is it tell me stuff that needs doing you like lab rats right i need to make up for dying right before the big ghost chat
[He hates you, Davesprite. He hates Will. He hates everything. Can it be day five, yet? House seriously considers making an exception. Davesprite has come back from the dead thank the spider overlords, and this is torture.]
[You're enjoying making him suffer is what you're doing, Davespite. He will make you suffer when this is over. He just has to make it to Day 343. 343 and he's home free with a new glitter text app and another bottle of Vicodin.
captain invincible wants advice on how to start a niche porn empire and karkats alive again so im going to point him at him if you dont speak up i wont share how much he yells at me for it
[Nnnngh... Why the hell had Will mentioned the self-imposed exile. He's the worst minion ever. He really wants to comment on the niche porn empire. It's not fair!]
nathans talking about jacking off with the pages of one of his books are you sure you dont want in on this house karkat and i are going to be going to res zone 3 too are you sure you dont want to point me at something useful im ready and willing got my mind wide open for ideas
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