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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[creeksidealtarboy]

You're the doc's boyfriend, ain't ya?

[He pauses.]

The one that beat the shit out of Avalon?

Got a minute?

[empathicfault]

[ Well, that's an introduction, isn't it? ]

That's me. And sure. What can I help you with?

[creeksidealtarboy]

I talked to them. To Avalon. Guess they're bored of me now, but they weren't. For a while.

They seem a little more fucked up than most of the people here, huh?

[empathicfault]

[ Will laughs, bitterness behind his tone. ]

Yeah, I'd say so. I always seem to attract that special sort of 'crazy.' Glad you figured out some way to get them to leave you alone. You're Aaron, right?

[creeksidealtarboy]

Oh shit, I just skipped right past all that, didn’t I? Sorry, man. Yeah. I'm Aaron.

You attract that kind of crazy, huh? You and the doc got that in common.

Avalon tried to attack me cuz he thought I was that kinda crazy, I guess.

[empathicfault]

They attacked you, too? Christ.

[ He pauses for a moment, pulling in breath, then lets it out in a pained sigh. ]

That's four attacks that I've heard of, now. Really making it difficult for me to regret murdering them.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Fuck regretting it. They deserved it.

But you ain't got to worry about me. I goaded them into it. I needed them to. Hoped they'd kill me, but they wussed out on it.

[empathicfault]

They did.

You wanted to be killed? To help reinforce your alternate personality? Or were you just not 'feeling it' here on the Barge?

[creeksidealtarboy]

Oh I had fucked up hitting Root when she got involved in a fight with Dorian. Needed some goodwill. Seemed the easiest way, you know.

[empathicfault]

Ah. Right, I've got it.

I'd ask if things are all right with Root, but everything moves on so quickly here. I expect it's a non-issue by now.

[creeksidealtarboy]

That's old news, man.

Root's alright. We're alright. She knows it wasn't personal.

But Avalon. They didn't kill me. Obviously. They wanted me to fight back, and when I didn't, they gave up and I walked out.

Weird, right?

[empathicfault]

That is strange, but it might fit their profile. They're used to possessing people and driving them towards suicide- maybe murder, if they can't do anything otherwise. When they attacked me, they still had all their abilities, so they'd taken on the form of a monster from my head.

If it's just them, it probably doesn't 'feel right'. But...honestly, hell if I know. I tried to sort out their motivations, and kept just getting that it was their 'purpose'. It's like they don't have a personality at all. At least you and me have a reason to get violent.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Shit, that's right. They stopped being interested on me when I told them that I was faking it. They kept asking about my real self, if faking it meant I had to have a deep grasp on it or something.

I didn't give them the answer they wanted because, well, it really ain't that deep. I only made it up to get out of going to super max. Not because I don't know who I am.

[empathicfault]

Yep, that's it. Good for you, unfortunately less helpful for me. I really wish my empathy condition was made up.

You know, in my time, there's only two even semi-confirmed cases of true DID. So you're in good company with the rest of the 'sufferers'. Has anyone else around here given you shit about it?

[ Because from everything Will read at home, anyone going so far as to seek a DID diagnosis has a damn good reason to. ]

[creeksidealtarboy]

That's the new word for it, yeah. Still called Multiple Personality Disorder where I'm from. I read every fucking book I could about it.

[He laughs.]

No one around here gives a shit. A lot of people have never heard of it, which made it easier...and harder. Worked for a few months until I got a fucking warden and he blew the lid off of it.