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[Will begins with this. It's easier to collect his thoughts this way. Granted, it's a lot of information that he has to take in all at once. He'd think this was some strange and elaborate joke his mind was playing on him, but this wasn't really the tone it took with himself. He spends a lot of time sitting in front of the terminal, fingers tapping over the keys lightly before he actually starts writing.]

Hello. My name is Will Graham. I'm sorry if this is an awkward post. I don't introduce myself to others often.

[Sigh. He's not sure about that, it makes him sound like he's weird. Backspaaaace. ooc: The only text up on the network is what follows, sorry if that was confusing for anyone.]

Hello, my name is Will Graham. I was a criminal investigator and teacher before my arrival here. This world is different and I don't have an understanding of how the law system works here fully yet, so I won't be pursuing my former career here.

Instead, I will be trying to get a hand in the fish market. I'm a fisherman by hobby, but I'm open to considering it as a source of income and contribution. Though, I'm not sure how I'll go about that since we're already underwater. I also have experience as a mechanic and can work in the Metal sector if necessary.

I would like to ask who is a doctor here, particularly if there is anyone involved in neurology. I have some medical needs that require monitoring. Assistance would be greatly appreciated. I am happy to pay or trade services.

Thank you.

[He looks it over, taking in a deep breath. Yeah, that looks good. Personable enough, he imagines. He hopes, anyway. Click.]

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[His face lights up into a ridiculous grin, the sense of relief seeing her alive conflicting with his overwhelming sense of guilt that causes his eyes to tear up. Yeah, after this one and Hannibal, everyone's getting a text response.

it wasn't like he did it on purpose]

It's good to see you, Abigail.

I could say it's nothing important, but it's not. Are you familiar with autoimmune encephalitis?

[y'know because the doctors had the decency to explain it to him after his treatment and before they moved him to a max security cell.]

[She's not really sure if she believes him. Not with something that sounds like that.]

Can't say I am. What does it mean? Maybe Dr. Lecter knows?

[It's not like it's an STD or something, geez.]

Well, encephalitis is an inflammation of the brain that interferes with its ability to function properly. The autoimmune part means that my immune system is attacking my brain, like it's something foreign that doesn't belong there. There's no real cure. It can only be monitored and the inflammation can be treated.

[He looks at what he's written and sighs. There's more but there's no way it's going to get across in text. He clicks on the audio.]

It's the reason why I was [sigh] behaving strangely. I apologize if I scared you at all. He knows... Both about it and that I have it.

What do you remember last?

[Fine. If he won't look at her, she'll keep it to audio.]

Scared me? Wait, he won't help you?

[This doesn't explain anything. But his question has her pause. The last thing she remembers is admitting to Hannibal that her dad made her help him.]

The dinner. With Freddie Londs.

[You don't want to see pseudo-papa Will Graham's tears. Maybe you hear a small sniffle though.]

He had his reasons. I received treatment for it before my arrival here.

My condition started to get worse after that. Loss of time, hallucinations. I didn't know what was happening to me. It's... actually a relief to hear you weren't there for it.

[Especially that last bit. Definitely glad your last memory is before that.]

You mean you're after me? [She knows about how time is here, but she has assumed her and Hannibal are on the same page.]

What happened Will?

[It's something in his voice. Something that says that something bad happened.]

Yes... [He can't just tell her what happened. "Oh, I think I killed you and ate your ear, no big deal though, we're cool, right? I'm sane again."]

Give me a minute. I'll tell you what I can.

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[Private time because it's not really business he needs to broadcast. He tries to sort out how and what he's going to say to her. Video, because maybe seeing the sincerity in his face will help with his explanation.]

We talked... about how killing felt empowering. I thought I knew who the copycat was and so we went to your father's cabin together. My sense of reality started to fall apart; you were scared and left without me. I was hospitalized not long after, and I don't...

[This is where the wording gets tricky.]

I hadn't heard from you since you left the cabin. I don't know where you went, but I want you to know that even if you weren't there for it, I am sorry that I frightened you.

Killing like--? [So she's right. Will knows she killed Nick Boyle. Her hands wring in place, head dropped down to try and work all of this out. She knows there are blank spaces, there's more.]

What did you do?

[Why would she be afraid of him? Abigail doesn't have many people on her side, and now she's not entirely sure if she trusts Will. Most of this is only barely fitting together. And there's still the fact that he hasn't addressed anything about Hannibal.]

[Oh shit, he's blowing it. He rubs his face with both hands, pressing into his sinuses as he tries to figure out how to salvage this. He probably won't. Trying is only seeming to make it worse.]

I had an episode, but I promise I didn't hurt you. You left without me.

[He's really desperate. He looks up, directly at the camera and you can see it in his eyes.]

[This is too strange, and something she's not ready to believe, yet. That even this falls a part. She may not be the most open person, not with Will at least, and she knows she's in part to blame for that, still mostly ruled by the fear and nightmares in her. But there's something in knowing that what little she does have is gone.]

And you don't know where I am now?

I don't. [At least, he doesn't know where most of you happens to be. Your ear is in one of the evidence lockers.]

Does Hannibal? Is that why you won't talk to him?

I imagine that you would have gone to see him, but I can't guarantee that he knows either. And we've spoken.

What has he said? [Definitely going to ask him about this.]

He offered to help me if I needed anything.

Oh. [So that's good. Right?]

Don't worry about Dr. Lecter and I. Things will be okay. [He hopes.]

But you're not going to talk about it?

I didn't think there was much to say about it. We talked.

But that's just it; you two don't just talk. You're not-- colleagues. [She doesn't know how to describe it, but she knows something is off just by the way he's blowing it off.]

You speak to him about things you wouldn't tell me, don't you?

[That sort of argument won't close this though, with how insistent she's being.]

He greeted me. I was surprised to see him. I hadn't considered the chance that you two would be here. I told him that. He then informed me that he had been here for some time, and offered that if I needed assistance, I could come to him.

I expressed my desire for any tension related to the FBI and your father's case to rest and not follow us here. He hasn't responded to me since.

He's the only person I knew here. [It's not wholly a lie, but when there is an exchange of potentially dangerous secrets, when he helped her hide a body, there's things she feels more comfortable talking to him about.]

Why would he care about my father's case? It's over. You shot him.

[Okay, technically, he shouldn't talk about this, but it doesn't matter here. Granted he already had a confrontation with Abigail about this, but he knows how that ended and she doesn't need to know that.]

Jack... wouldn't stop completely. He was convinced that you helped your father with the murders. I just wanted to be on even ground with Dr. Lecter in that it does not matter here.

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