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[versusnurture]

Whoever's out there: I want to talk to you.

[And she does mean everyone. People she loved, people she hated, people who were meaningless to her, people whose names she never knew but who knew hers, the dead (by her hands or Garret's or Hannibal's - whoever is out there.]

[She's starved for information.]

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[deadly_ned]

Will Graham?


Sorry to, um. Interrupt. My name is Ned.

I'm...sort of a friend of Abigail's.

[designates]

Ned.

[ amongst all the reactions, he's noting one thing: they don't seem to resent him. maybe they're wary of him. but they don't hate him. why would they bother with courtesy? whatever construction his mind's made up of Abigail, it doesn't hate him outright.

huh. ]

She's told you about me. [ ssssort of a question, though more of a what has she told you rather than has she told you. ]

[deadly_ned]

Not in...so many words. Alana mentioned your name.

[The Piemaker is polite, but...awkward and distant. Not because of Will. Because of himself. Behind him, Digby the golden retriever wags his tail happily]

I met Winston.

This is Digby. He's. My dog. Digby and Winston are friends.

[designates]

Alana. [ part of him wants to ask is she here can I talk to her but he's pretty sure he doesn't want to dredge up effigies of his failures, his disappoints, for a casual conversation. anyway, there's the glimpse of dogs here and god it's been months since he's gotten to see a dog. ]

He's a great dog. I can tell. [ a small smile and this time, he means it: ] I'm sure Winston likes him a lot.

[deadly_ned]

Yes.

[Digby in turn looks to Will, innately sensing a fellow Dog Person. He wags his tail, but slowly: he's quite an old dog]

Thanks. They seem to get along.


Is there, um.

Is there anything I can do for you? For them. On this side.