The Truth Is Out There

❝ i’m holding in my hand a small box of chocolate bunnies. ❞

❝ wanna know why i’m whittling? ❞

❝ you know, this is — excuse me — a damn fine cup of coffee!  ❞

❝ i’m beginning to feel a bit like dr watson.  ❞

❝ one day my log will have something to say about this. ❞

❝ don’t drink that coffee!  ❞

❝ there was a fish in the percolator. sorry. ❞

❝ i hear that you’re really good at what you do.  ❞

❝ following a dream i had three years ago, i have become deeply moved by the plight of the tibetan people, and have been filled with a desire to help them.  ❞

❝ that gum you like is going to come back in style!  ❞

❝ one day, the sadness will end.  ❞

❝ you’re the most cold-blooded man i’ve ever seen!  ❞

❝ i’ve got compassion running out my nose, pal! i’m the sultan of sentiment!  ❞

❝ i just ask you to get the hell outta my way, so i that can finish my work! is that clear?!  ❞

❝ there’s a sort of evil out there. ❞

❝ there’s something very, very strange in these old woods.  ❞

❝ look in the mirror. what do you see? is it a dream, or a nightmare? ❞

❝ we had a long talk, he’s staying there. ❞

❝ look at us. two men apiece and we don’t know what to do with any of the four of them. ❞

❝ he doesn’t talk, he hits.  ❞

❝ he was great at first, you know.  ❞

❝ i’m running late. i only have time for coffee. ❞

❝ i can’t believe you were ever my age. ❞

❝shh, i’ll do the talking.  ❞

❝ i’m telling you this because i don’t want to have any secrets from you. ❞

❝ it’s the secrets people keep that destroy any chance they have of happiness and i don’t want us to be like that.  ❞

❝ you’re gonna be lucky tonight. ❞

❝ how much would you like to start with? how about three hundred? ❞

❝ every day, once a day, give yourself a present. ❞

❝ this is wrong, and we both know it. ❞

❝ what you need right now is a friend. ❞

❝ please don’t make me leave. ❞

❝ are you disappointed in me? ❞

❝ you don’t know all the things i was gonna do for us. ❞

❝ rejected. that’s what he said. ❞

❝ don’t you give up. don’t you dare. ❞

❝ it’s still a fine-looking trophy, no matter what the size. ❞

❝ so how long have you been in love with them? ❞

❝ i’m late for work, but i’ll make time for us. ❞

❝ there was a time we’d go all afternoon. ❞

❝ you asked me for proof last time, so i followed them and took pictures. ❞

I walk with my shadow , I talk with my echo But where is the one I love ?

your life ends 30 minutes from now dopple coop

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"... I regret to inform you that it's gone now. As easily as it came to me, it left." Fickle things, dreams and visions. He sighs, putting his hands on his hips and looking to the ground for a moment.

heart of a banker, zed had said of him once — soul of a gambler, he'd lobbed back, an amicable underhand. both are true, and both alive in the glint of his eye as he cocks his head and waits for skinner to go on. so far, the gambler has the right of things: acknowledgement of skill, provision of information. both offerings. skinner doesn't just want something from him, he wants constantine to agree to give it.

scully's file. stolen, he'd been made aware of that much, but from where is a new little gem for the jeweler's glass. he raises eyebrows like it's all brand-new, like the pictures of her med records aren't sitting pretty on his mobile as they speak.

' so it's my file what disappeared, is it? could've just fuckin' said so. mine and agent scullivan's . . . yunno, if we'd had anything t'do with that printer'o yours, walt — ' an index finger twitches up to point at the ceiling, twirling in a slow arc down until it levels out right between skinner's eyes, a smirk lodged behind it, ' — a keen detective might spin the finger 'round on you as suspect number one. no one theft-ier than a disgruntled boss, just ask payroll. '

"You already spend so much time with her and Agent Mulder, it wouldn't take much to keep a steady eye on the both of them." Once again, if the rumors were true, keeping watch would be no trouble at all, "And in the meantime, if you just so happen to locate either of these files and return them, I may be willing to turn a blind eye to this whole affair."

It wasn't a great idea, but he had to offer the man something. He would rather pull some minor risky move than to see two of his best agents get wrapped up in something bigger than themselves once again. He could only do so much from behind his desk, especially when it came to the X-Files.

generally, will enjoys when others fill the silence for him, allow him to take a backseat from the conversation and OBSERVE. he learns far more that way. and so, they're given space to ramble on for some time and he does listen. but eventually, it's got to come to an end. he'd just read about the damn game later.

"alright, that's— that's enough, there aren't enough hours in the day for this." tone wearied and irritated, as non-confrontational as he can be about telling them to shut up. if they weren't important to fox, they'd get more bite with their bark. he takes a few steps forward and grants frohike the privilege of eye contact.

"Sure we do. Big Boss felt that you would be the safest place to keep this with." The older man reached into his black shoulder bag, pulling out a manila envelope properly sealed with scotch tape, "Wouldn't tell us what was in it besides paperwork. All of this is sort of hush-hush at the moment."