[ Will tilted his head to the side for a pensive moment, then he half smiled. ]
Hannibal's mind is actually incredibly disciplined.
[ He fell silent again, brows furrowing as he struggled to find a way to explain what was inexplicable. He'd tried to talk to Jack about this and been dismissed, Alana as well.
But House ... House might be able to see around the edges of Societal norms. ]
In Hannibal's mind, there is only beauty in the death. Exaltation in the horrors and those who are rude, are less than human.
It's what made getting into his head so dangerous for someone like me. When you're there, what he visits upon his victims is ... beauty. [ Even as he said the words, there was a combination of conflict but also peace in Will's tone. ] It lifts them above and beyond anything they could ever achieve in life.
I appreciate a well-done execution. [Har, har.] Not everyone does. Most people don't. They'd take one look in his brain and run screaming. Eve's made of tough stuff. Or whoever's controlling her is.
House's words hit him hard and though he had an immediate response, he stopped himself and turned the lens to see it from House's perspective. Usually he consciously struggled to keep from empathizing too deeply with House. He knew it made his friend traveling companion uncomfortable when he went to deep.
But this time he couldn't help it. It was like missing a step on a path across a stream and tumbling deep into the water. The flashes came unbidden and they made Will smile almost sadly.
He thought about calling it out ... the need a normal person would feel to insist that a mind like Hannibal's was not easy to understand. Because, as a normal person, you would never want to be able to understand the mind of a predator like Hannibal Lecter.
It would terrify the psyche, to be able to put yourself in Lecter's shoes, follow his motivations and be able to nod and go 'that makes sense'. Will could remember how terrified it made him, each and every time he had done just that with the monsters. Walked those paths, nodded along and felt the absolute justification of their actions. The art of it, the justice ... the release.
For those predators, it was the same sort of high as what an addict received from Vicodin. House's mind would recognize the release and the reward of it. House's mind was also stimulated by the puzzle of it all, his conscious mind fighting every step of the way to insist that his patients were only ... things.
The way Hannibal saw his victims as pigs.
It all had to hit too close to home. But if Hannibal was 'not easy to understand' then House could keep a barrier between them. Keep himself safe. If Will pointed to it, he knew his friend traveling companion would yank it aside ... because House was a child at times hardwired to try to disprove anything positive about himself. A result of the constant emotional abuse he'd suffered at the hands of his father.
So in the end Will hauled himself out of the water, shook himself off and kept moving along the stones without remark. ]
That's an interesting theory. That Eve is being controlled by someone else. Is the thought that maybe it's someone outside the town borders?
[ A question to deflect, carry them forward and away from dangerous waters. ]
Edited (because this needed more words) 2018-03-24 17:50 (UTC)
[House can tell Will has retreated into his head for a moment, though the doctor isn't sure of the reason for it. He leaves it be until the ex-profiler returns. At the question, House just shrugs.]
We got from a dream chat with the collective early on that the Admin's one part of something bigger. I think she's probably the most visible portion of the AI system in the town. My guess would be whatever else it is, is our rogue AI puppeting her when it needs to. I'm not sure there's much outside this town, whether Norfinbury's some augmented reality or actual reality. Any humans that are still alive are probably underground and have better things to do than actively run an experiment like this.
[ That was something that Will realized he hadn't entirely considered. He kept focusing on the missiles striking Norfinbury, with the idea that life had gone on as usual outside the town's borders.
But what if it was Norfinbury that had ended up frozen and protected.
[ Will knew that he had given up there at the end. He could try to spin it any number of ways but when it was boiled down to it's bare essence, he had given up trying to fight Hannibal, trying to fight for the ability to live without him.
It was why he saw himself as a failure, where someone like House still had his purpose and his place. ]
Hope is a dangerous emotion. You have to guard it fiercely and be prepared to face the vulnerability it brings to your life.
Of course you are. [ Will fired back, standing firm in the face of that defensive expression. ]
Not for yourself, exactly but you're hopeful for solving the puzzle.
Hope isn't sunshine and koombahyah. Like what that kid Al keeps spouting. Hope is tenacity, like what Ginger lives. It is looking at the impossible and saying 'no, you won't defeat me'.
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[ There's a cheery thought for you, House. ]
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The collective said even the people who're dead aren't with them, yet. There's still some level of partition.
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[ Will really isn't sure he feels strongly one way or the other in terms of this particular theory.
After a moment, he chuckles softly. ]
Though I feel a sense of pity for whoever is try to map a path in my head. It's got to be like trying to hack your way through a thicket of brambles.
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Imagine them in Lecter's head.
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Hannibal's mind is actually incredibly disciplined.
[ He fell silent again, brows furrowing as he struggled to find a way to explain what was inexplicable. He'd tried to talk to Jack about this and been dismissed, Alana as well.
But House ... House might be able to see around the edges of Societal norms. ]
In Hannibal's mind, there is only beauty in the death. Exaltation in the horrors and those who are rude, are less than human.
It's what made getting into his head so dangerous for someone like me. When you're there, what he visits upon his victims is ... beauty. [ Even as he said the words, there was a combination of conflict but also peace in Will's tone. ] It lifts them above and beyond anything they could ever achieve in life.
[ Will winced, and looked down. ]
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[He watches Will closely for a long moment.]
I appreciate a well-done execution. [Har, har.] Not everyone does. Most people don't. They'd take one look in his brain and run screaming. Eve's made of tough stuff. Or whoever's controlling her is.
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House's words hit him hard and though he had an immediate response, he stopped himself and turned the lens to see it from House's perspective. Usually he consciously struggled to keep from empathizing too deeply with House. He knew it made his friend traveling companion uncomfortable when he went to deep.
But this time he couldn't help it. It was like missing a step on a path across a stream and tumbling deep into the water. The flashes came unbidden and they made Will smile almost sadly.
He thought about calling it out ... the need a normal person would feel to insist that a mind like Hannibal's was not easy to understand. Because, as a normal person, you would never want to be able to understand the mind of a predator like Hannibal Lecter.
It would terrify the psyche, to be able to put yourself in Lecter's shoes, follow his motivations and be able to nod and go 'that makes sense'. Will could remember how terrified it made him, each and every time he had done just that with the monsters. Walked those paths, nodded along and felt the absolute justification of their actions. The art of it, the justice ... the release.
For those predators, it was the same sort of high as what an addict received from Vicodin. House's mind would recognize the release and the reward of it. House's mind was also stimulated by the puzzle of it all, his conscious mind fighting every step of the way to insist that his patients were only ... things.
The way Hannibal saw his victims as pigs.
It all had to hit too close to home. But if Hannibal was 'not easy to understand' then House could keep a barrier between them. Keep himself safe. If Will pointed to it, he knew his
friendtraveling companion would yank it aside ... because House wasa child at timeshardwired to try to disprove anything positive about himself. A result of the constant emotional abuse he'd suffered at the hands of his father.So in the end Will hauled himself out of the water, shook himself off and kept moving along the stones without remark. ]
That's an interesting theory. That Eve is being controlled by someone else. Is the thought that maybe it's someone outside the town borders?
[ A question to deflect, carry them forward and away from dangerous waters. ]
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We got from a dream chat with the collective early on that the Admin's one part of something bigger. I think she's probably the most visible portion of the AI system in the town. My guess would be whatever else it is, is our rogue AI puppeting her when it needs to. I'm not sure there's much outside this town, whether Norfinbury's some augmented reality or actual reality. Any humans that are still alive are probably underground and have better things to do than actively run an experiment like this.
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But what if it was Norfinbury that had ended up frozen and protected.
After a moment, Will actually smiled. ]
What a kick it would be to join that struggle.
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Hey, I'm going home to certain death. The odds of surviving a hundred foot cliff dive isn't high.
[ He paused and then shrugged. ]
Maybe there's a small part of me that's woken up and could enjoy a good struggle against some alien forces, rather than death.
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Beckett had a similar revelation, as I recall. It made him a lot less boring to talk to a while back.
[Tenacity is something House has always respected, the refusal to give up in the face of impossible odds. That is his career and his life.]
And just as long as they're actual aliens and not magical, mythical beings from Beyond the Stars.
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It was why he saw himself as a failure, where someone like House still had his purpose and his place. ]
Hope is a dangerous emotion. You have to guard it fiercely and be prepared to face the vulnerability it brings to your life.
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I'm not hopeful.
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Not for yourself, exactly but you're hopeful for solving the puzzle.
Hope isn't sunshine and koombahyah. Like what that kid Al keeps spouting. Hope is tenacity, like what Ginger lives. It is looking at the impossible and saying 'no, you won't defeat me'.
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Spite and tenacity aren't synonyms for hope. I double-checked my thesaurus the other day.
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Meanie. [ It was a childish term, but he was grinning. ] Tell me to lay off, but then give me such good material.
[ But he was laying off. ]
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