#devilsuit

To Will

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　He  wasn’t  foolish  enough  to  think  that  courtesy  could  earn  him  favor.  Politeness  wasn’t  a  shield,  nor  would  it  win  him  reprieve.  It  was  instinctual,  he  supposed,  to  feel  the  ever-present  unease  of  leaving  his  back  exposed,  vulnerable,  as  though  he  were  baring  his  throat  to  the  wolf.  If  not  his  back,  where  would  the  blade  find  itself  lodged  this  time?

Courtesy,  in  this  instance,  was  nothing  more  than  a  delicate  overstretched  skin  forcing  itself  spanning  over  caution,  tinged  with  reluctant  &  morbid  curiosity.

　　❝  You  first.  ❞  Will’s  hands  grazed  the  cold  surface  of  the  door,  gesturing  with  an  unsettling  calm  for  the  other  man  to  lead  the  way.  If  he  were  a  betting  man,  he’d  wager  Hannibal  already  knew  exactly  what  lay  ahead.  These  scenarios  so  often  bore  the  marks  of  the  doctor’s  meticulous  design,  didn’t  they?  Like  a  spider  weaving  its  web,  waiting  to  watch  the  inevitable  ensnarement.

Will  was  reluctant  to  be  enmeshed  in  the  other’s  designs.

Work related or social life? It was one in the same, in it being a sham. An act that was sometimes all too real, that blurred the lines of who he really was. 

“Must I always spell everything out?” In a rare instance, his tight control over his emotions slipped, coming out as a wayward barb. Perhaps it was the headache pounding against his temple that sparked it, or the mounting pressure getting under his skin. Or maybe it was just a mix of every problem and demand that always seemed to flood his work life in abundance. Whatever it was, his ire was trained directly onto Dr. Lector. Every answer was met with another question, could he not be understood? Was he that unreachable?  

If he could not sympathize with others, then logically speaking, it would be the same vice versa. It was refreshing, it should be was nothing but freeing. In the long run, he didn’t need anyone else. Then why did he sometimes wish- Those sorts of ideas were unbecoming after all, it was what dragged down the frail in the end. And such doubts would be purged from his mind as his arms crossed over his chest, head tilting back. 

Perhaps there were instances in his life that should have invoked guilt when he reflected upon them, that should act like a festering wound. It was human after all, to follow the compass of your heart and attempt to reconcile with your sins. Most would call it normal, necessary even. Wesker called it weakness. Guilt was beneath him, what use was there in regretting what had to be done? Without those acts of cruelty, he wouldn’t be where he was today. 

“You’re putting words in my mouth, doctor. You’re quite good at that,” The remark was poised ever so mildly, yet a shard of glass poked out from the cotton he laid out. While it was Dr. Lector’s job to poke and prod, Wesker never was a fan of being psychoanalyzed. He’d much prefer to be on the other side of the microscope. Which made it a wonder on why he even came here at all. The good doctor had a knack for pouncing on every sentence and phrase Wesker strung together, as if searching for the chink in his stone walls. 

And what lied beneath the surface? Someone who wasn’t ruled by empathy, someone who wasn’t riddled with guilt when they should be. Someone who was superior. On the outside however, he was still the captain, and the captain was supposed to be human. The thread of annoyance that slipped out was quick to be smoothed over, much like ironing out a wrinkle in a shirt.  

“I don’t feel guilty over anything, since I have nothing to feel guilty for.” He continued on, giving a half shrug as he leaned back in his chair. The picture of calm, unperturbed by the prod, “I was merely implying that you seem to think differently, but perhaps I misunderstood.” 

i think this is an interesting question, because in such a large house as the ranch is, when he lived there, there was endless amounts of silence. we often see jamie sitting in silence, drinking and/or reflecting. however that's not always a good thing. i think silence gives him a reprieve but it also is up to him to allow it. i think his own thoughts are scary, sometimes. the hopelessness of his situation at times makes his mind race. i don't think he seeks to fill the void, but silence can either be a detriment to his mental state or uplift it. able to plan to himself, for himself -- or cursed to think too much on his failures. it can sometimes put him too far into his own head, and make the bad things seem overwhelming to the point of choking him.

he seeks out silence when he's overwhelmed also, and when he needs to get away from his family. in a way it's a reprieve, like i said, to the criticism. however once again, such panic attacks that have him fleeing to the bathroom make him engage in self harm behaviors such as hitting himself and pulling his hair, scratching...

i think that it's mostly bad to leave jamie alone with his own thoughts, and silence is likely best shared with someone who will try and give him some love and sense. though, he doesn't really have such a thing, so.

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