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the lyric prompt meme

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There is nothing to regret.

[eidetikerwill]

[He stands before the body, all those around him lost to the turns his mind took. The body had been bound to a pole in the middle of a field, Will Graham fully clothed and standing a few feet away. This killer is harder than the others to slip under the skin of, to see from behind their eyes.]

Doctor Lecter is here.

[An interruption he didn't need or want, surely another of Jack or Alan Bloom's people. What he didn't realise is that Time is shifting, changing to bring one Lecter to replace another. All he has eyes before is the dead man before him. It isn't clear to him right off that his is a match for the corpse. Hair colour, height and look. He's too far into the killer to think of the victim. A careless wave to bring the good doctor whoever in.]

Strangulation. Close. Intimate. He wanted to see the light die in his eyes. [Said more to himself than the doctor the cops might be escorting in.]

[avoirfaim]

[ Alan called him before Jack Crawford did, a warning of sorts. The conversation had been polite enough, how is the wife, how is your health, and your students? All quite lovely on either side, with that air of secrecy that all psychiatrists have, even Alan Bloom. Never get too close, even to those you consider your friends.

And then the shoe dropped. One of his patients was dead, and the FBI had an idea Alan Bloom himself objected to wildly: exposing someone with a connection to the victim to the sight of it, for another perspective.

There is a professional curiosity in seeing the work of another killer, and of course he said yes. The drive had not been long, and the sight of the victim attracted his attention more than Will Graham, for now. When Will speaks he watches him, for a moment, out of the corner of his eye.]

This is sexual humiliation.