( 08 ) voice ✵ tell me what is it i should do when i'm swimming in the liquor only half way through

[stacked]

[ faith has exactly one concern in all this bullshit: empathy is not so much her gig. ]

So, seems like everybody's all about sharing and caring. And that's cool, whatever gets you off. Play Missed Connections on the Love Boat from hell all night long— have a blast, I don't give a shit.

But just in case anybody else gets any bright ideas about 'maybe we should talk about it'— [ gdi topher— ] maybe nothing, get me? You think you picked my brain, sucks to be you but don't blame me, I didn't sign up for this crap and I don't wanna know about it. I got zero desire to talk about whatever anybody thinks they saw, end of story.

[ because not-terribly-blissful ignorance is better than pity!!! or something. she's emotionally healthy. ]

And just so everybody clear, I'm talking the kind of leave me out of it I'll throw some muscle behind backing up. Keep it zipped and to yourself or I'll break it off, it's nothing I wanna look at.

[ and with the snick of a lighter and a mumbled curse then a long inhale, she's out. ]

Comments

voice; yup I am just terrible. just try and punch him, Faith. try it.

[sweetbreads]

Don't belittle yourself, my dear. I'm not telling you anything you don't already know.

voice; she's so horrified already

[stacked]

Uh, number one— not anybody's dear, and not your anything. And whatever, dude, you keep tellin' yourself that.

[ so he's totally right, she's about as subtle as a hammer driving a steamroller.

a neon steamroller. ]

voice; poor deer. I mean dear.

[sweetbreads]

Attack me as much as you like. Your vitriolic defense was born of forced independence. I'm a professional, Faith. I know that you crave affection, guardianship, just as much as you reject it for fear of the hurt such connections might bring.

The world turns and you fight with tooth and nail not to be the only person left behind.

You've resisted the help of others before. I won't pretend that I expect you to submit to mine, but my door is always open if you change your mind.

voice; you're a bad person

[stacked]

Jesus fucking Christ. You are a shrink.

[ things faith doesn't do well with: mental health professionals. all the poking, the hell is that. ]

I did my turn in the therapy-go-round on the state of California's dime. So thanks but no thanks, not looking for a repeat.

voice; I am I really am

[sweetbreads]

Prison therapy, I'm well aware of it. I sat in on your sessions, you could say.

[ All of his disgust goes into the first two words. ]

It's disappointing that so many of my fellows reflect such poor understanding of their art. You wound me to compare my practice to such sausage fingered fumbling.

voice;

[stacked]

So you're an uppity shrink, could've just said.

[ and she's totally ready to jam her hand down on the stranger-danger button, but swaggering broader and talking shit louder when you're scared is a time honored tradition in the neighborhood. ]

Look, sorry to have dinged your professional pride or whatever but I'm seriously not looking to unburden my soul here.

voice;

[sweetbreads]

It's a little too late for that.

[ God, Faith, could you be more obvious? But Lecter is content to leave it there, leave it with all of her questions unanswered. She'd have to wonder what he meant by that, what burdens of her soul he'd seen, and if there's one thing in particular that she hopes nobody has seen--well, maybe she'll trick herself into believing he's seen it.

He disconnects. ]

not here

[stacked]

[ I JUST WANT TO POINT OUT YOU'RE EVIL ]