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[ The picture is not entirely clear; the communicator's being held at an angle, displaying more of the person holding it's shirt collar -- an open-necked blue-green affair -- and his chin. He doesn't seem entirely preoccupied with holding it correctly, nor does he seem to address anyone directly even though his muttering is obviously not just at himself. ]

... Interesting.

[ Then, more obviously addressing the communicator, most notably because he adjusts it slightly to get a bit more of his face in: ]

There a point to all this? An exercise in ego for all those that'd do good, one of redemption for those that've been a little bad? Have to say it's nice that they're at least covering all the bases. Equal opportunity... always goes over well. Typical "hero" stories, you know, can't have them with just one sort of protagonist.

Just got to wonder what's the price, what's the catch. Why do it? Why believe in it?

[ Hello everyone are you real. He waggles his fingers over where he assumes the camera is in a wave. ]

So. How's it going?

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[this has been a strange evening, one thing after the other. it's hard to believe, which means it has the shiny patina of unreality, the sheen of possibly unreal that will has gotten used to after all these months;both back home and here, in the city. he takes a long inhale before he tries talking to the apparition]

You can't be here.

[ Well, that's rude. Not that Gideon's that offended by it, but it's rude nonetheless. At least he does recognize that voice. ]

You sure about that?

[yes.] You shouldn't be here. [he insists, because he knows that timespace discrepancies are a thing here, but he has no desire to consider the ramifications. gideon should be facedown in a snowdrift, right now.]

You were shot.

I was shot.

[ It is in fact possible for his deadpan tone to get even more deadpan, apparently. ]

I wasn't shot, Mr. Graham. That is you, isn't it?

Yes. Yes, that's me. [that's still true, there's still enough of him here. the double suckerpunch of chilton and gideon has him offkilter, but not completely outside himself. he's present enough to know that something doesn't quite add up.]

Mr. Graham. Fairly... Respectable of you. Respectful, rather.

Thought I recognized that voice. But my memory's not always what it used to be, these days.

[ u know... ]

Seems only natural. Not really on a first-name basis, are we? [ And a pause. ] Are you all right?

Join the club and then take a number. [he even manages a laugh, at that.] Time is not reliable, here. [or anywhere, but let's not get into that. not right now.]

[i no.]

I know you well enough. [he's been inside his head, with or without permission. ] If you have to come back from the dead, Mr. Gideon, the least you could do is call me Will. [he doesn't quite know why he's picking fights over minutiae. maybe because it's the closest thing he has to control, here. he doesn't even really want abel to be familiar, he just wants to be contentious.]

Not reliable how? Time isn't always reliable back home either. Though I assume you mean in a different way.

[ He shrugs his shoulders a little, despite the gesture not being visible. He's trying to brush off anything potentially unsettling about Will's assertions, particularly with regard to himself. ]

Dr. Gideon. [ It's more automatic than anything. ] Don't you like Mr. Graham? I assure you, I'm very much alive.

[giving all this away this early is probably a poor idea, but will isn't exactly great at keeping his emotions in check. and the last thing he did before he arrived here was spend a good few hours crawling around in gideon's head.]

Right. My apologies, Doctor Gideon. And you might be, but that doesn't alter the facts.

[ After a brief silence, he decides to finally humor Will's... whatever it is. Delusion? It's hard to tell. ]

Why do you think I'm dead?

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