Not as well as I'd like to be given what happened, honestly. I would have said it wasn't quite so bad personally, and then it abruptly was a lot more than I was prepared for.
I won't ask specifics, but I hope you're doing okay after...I always wonder how often therapists have sessions for themselves.
I’ve never killed anyone. [Unless his dad didn’t survive their last encounter.] I disposed of the body to cover up a murder once. Mostly I hunt killers. But I’ve studied murder for most of my life. Did you kill someone during the Flood?
[Abel might touch on the part about covering up a murder later, but he doesn't want to get to side track. This has been leaking into things enough that he wants to try and 'fix' it before it becomes too much of a problem.]
Some...thing. It wasn't Cook, but it looked like him, certainly.
[Abel is quiet a moment, thinking about the gun that was still on his hip. It had helped a few other people the week before, and when he'd shot the thing that looked like Hilbert, it wouldn't die despite how many times he shot it, but Cook? One shot and he'd been down. As if what ever was messing with him could understand that realism would disturb him more than the impossible.]
I shot him in the head, it was quick, but I keep thinking about it.
It wasn't an illusion... later, I'd ran into a thing that looked exactly like Hilbert. He'd been shot multiple times in the head and was still moving, trying to get at Jacob. It was- [Incredibly disturbing, but not real enough that he hadn't felt much at all, shooting at it's chest and legs to disable it enough that it couldn't follow them any more.] Some kind of monster that was shaped like him, knew things that would disturb Jacob if it said them.
What ever this vision of Cook was, it was similar, except it reacted the way a person might. It didn't disappear, it didn't get back up, it just...fell forward onto the desk, unmoving.
I don't think it matters what I think about whether it was alive, or real, because I know it wasn't. Nothing there was real, or at least real in the sense that it was actually Cook. The monster might have been alive, but any of the knowledge it had, the way it fucked with me, reality doesn't work like that, at least not where I'm from, and I can separate those two at least.
[Abel finds a very nice spot on the desk to stare at as he shakes his head.]
All he did was talk. When I was down there, I could hear the bridge call me to his office, and I couldn't stop myself after I acknowledged it, but before I could go in, I heard him in my ear, felt it like he was right behind me, and when I turned around Norton came around the corner.
I- I think because he could also hear what Cook was saying when he got close enough, I started to think about what I might do to get him to stop.
Alright. [Settling back in his chair, he takes moment to recollect what specifically was said, though it isn't hard to recall at all.]
At first, he was just taunting me. Made a comment on whether or not I'd slept with Norton before I even realized he was coming down the corridor.
And then it got more specific when it was clear we could both hear him. Saying I was worthless because of my relationship with Cain, that I was a slut.
I'm sorry to hear that. Regardless of it it works or not, it still tends to hurt.
[Try isn't the word Abel would use when it came to Cook, because he'd succeeded at it, exceptionally well.]
The last time I was in that office, I was being held by two armed infantry men, and when Cook asked them to hold me down so Cain would be forced to watch, he broke free and killed the man at my right with the first shot.
I- [He pulls in a breath, trying to be honest, doesn't want to keep it to himself much longer.] I was afraid it would happen again. I didn't even want to give him a chance, not in front of Norton.
[That's what Norton expected him to get out of the situation too.]
I acted without thinking and lost control, I...can't deny that it felt good to do it, but his hold isn't anywhere near broken if just by talking to me, I can't help but commit a serious crime. I have to see him when I get home, and I doubt that his testimony is going to be easy to sit through.
Re: [audio]
I won't ask specifics, but I hope you're doing okay after...I always wonder how often therapists have sessions for themselves.
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
[That and there were only a few people on board actually offering something close to professional services.
He is quiet a moment, before he figures he should just start rather than procrastinate.]
Have you ever killed anyone, Malcolm?
I thought, being at war, I would be prepared for it if I ever had to with my own hand but I know now that was rather naive of me.
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Some...thing. It wasn't Cook, but it looked like him, certainly.
[Abel is quiet a moment, thinking about the gun that was still on his hip. It had helped a few other people the week before, and when he'd shot the thing that looked like Hilbert, it wouldn't die despite how many times he shot it, but Cook? One shot and he'd been down. As if what ever was messing with him could understand that realism would disturb him more than the impossible.]
I shot him in the head, it was quick, but I keep thinking about it.
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
What ever this vision of Cook was, it was similar, except it reacted the way a person might. It didn't disappear, it didn't get back up, it just...fell forward onto the desk, unmoving.
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
All he did was talk. When I was down there, I could hear the bridge call me to his office, and I couldn't stop myself after I acknowledged it, but before I could go in, I heard him in my ear, felt it like he was right behind me, and when I turned around Norton came around the corner.
I- I think because he could also hear what Cook was saying when he got close enough, I started to think about what I might do to get him to stop.
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Do you want specifics, or just...more general?
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
At first, he was just taunting me. Made a comment on whether or not I'd slept with Norton before I even realized he was coming down the corridor.
And then it got more specific when it was clear we could both hear him. Saying I was worthless because of my relationship with Cain, that I was a slut.
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
[He hesitates, because he hadn't wanted to admit it, but he can now, at least.]
I didn't want him to finish his sentence. So I opened the door, saw him sitting at his desk, and I shot him.
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
[Try isn't the word Abel would use when it came to Cook, because he'd succeeded at it, exceptionally well.]
The last time I was in that office, I was being held by two armed infantry men, and when Cook asked them to hold me down so Cain would be forced to watch, he broke free and killed the man at my right with the first shot.
I- [He pulls in a breath, trying to be honest, doesn't want to keep it to himself much longer.] I was afraid it would happen again. I didn't even want to give him a chance, not in front of Norton.
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
I acted without thinking and lost control, I...can't deny that it felt good to do it, but his hold isn't anywhere near broken if just by talking to me, I can't help but commit a serious crime. I have to see him when I get home, and I doubt that his testimony is going to be easy to sit through.
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]
Re: [audio]