Counseling - Will Graham's office

[empathicfault]

Please reply here if you have a counseling session with Will Graham, or if you're inquiring into the office about something. Will is available to come to you, if you request it. If you'd rather not talk, he also offers to bring food and/or be silent companionship, either as a human or a wolf. Just let him know.

Handwaved sessions are also readily available. Either contact me via PM, plurk, or this post. If your character has regular sessions with him, please check out Will's Insight Post and let me know what Will might be able to glean from your character.

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[love_and_peace]

You can't trust your memories, is what Vash hears Will saying. They're not yours alone anymore and they can be shared, or changed, on a whim that's outside your control.

"Why?!" He can accept that the ship runs on a kind of math that's complicated enough that it might as well be magic, and he has no problem at all with the idea of multiple universes. The void outside the windows isn't really space -- he can work with that! He can.

But his memories are his. There's people that only he remembers, things that nobody else should have to see, and all those are his burdens to carry! This isn't right!

"I thought we were brought here to help people see the value of life, and... and the futility of killing!" Really, his first impulse is to jump right up, go find the Admiral, and cancel his deal... but none of the people brought here as inmates get that option. He can't abandon them like that, no matter how worried -- or angry -- he might be. "But making us forget who we are? This just sounds like some madman's experiment!"

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[ooc: oof this is so late, and I know a lot has gone on. I'm sorry. We can certainly handwave the rest of the convo or ignore it, if you'd rather!]

Will rubs his face for a moment. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't think the Admiral entirely intends for these to occur. They're...on the way to ports he needs to hit to keep the ship fueled. At least, that's how he's explained it. There's a whole larger structure he's broken away from and it's no longer powering his ship, so he has to be more careful. And maybe that means literally cutting through the corners of universes."

Will realizes he's been hunching forward- he sits up straight now. "I've been very wary of them. They've been less destructive for me than expected...but I'm still sorry you have to experience them. You'd think the Admiral would put that in his little talk that none of us can remember."

[love_and_peace]

[[ooc: Not a problem! I'm going to direct the conversation away from breaches though, if that's cool, since so much time has passed.]]

His list of things to discuss when he finally manages to track down the Admiral just keeps growing. His memories can't be trusted entirely, and things are certainly going to get worse, but there's nothing he can do about that. Worrying won't make it any easier... and it's not his problems that he came in here for anyway. He'll deal with breaches if and when they occur, but for now he needs to know about the inmates. That's why he's on the ship, after all -- to help others.

So he visibly shakes off his concerns about breaches, and memory loss, and sits up straight himself, his smile broad and friendly and very obviously fake. "There was a lot that wasn't covered in that talk I don't remember!" he agrees, with artificial cheer. "At least I can leave any time I want to..." Or so he assumes, anyway. "...but fully half the ship's roster can't say the same. They're stuck here, until we help them, but how are we supposed to do that?"