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[tablewithoutpity]

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[jumpthegun]

He's a good man. And a good friend.

Most of the time.

[Some of the time.

... A not insignificant portion of the time.]

I really dunno how I'm meant to feel. I guess... I'm okay?

[Oddly okay when he'd come into this conversation feeling despondent, frustrated, and confused. He's still rather miserable, grief-stricken, but there's something.]

Hopeful?

[Mainly hoping that if he really does let go, lets himself crack, and Mary's there again... maybe it's not something he needs to deal with. She's good for him. She's always been good for him. As long as he keeps a check on what's real and what's not, that should be okay. Right? Hannibal seems to think so. Which means he has faith in John's relative mental stability.]

Ask me in a few days. I'll have a better answer. How are you doing? I know you were tortured in those cells with us. If any of that was me... I know I wasn't in my right mind, but I'm so sorry, Hannibal. I really am. You shouldn't have had to go through that. No one should.

[tablewithoutpity]

There is no need to apologize, John. Certainly not after you were so kind to me following my own violence toward you and your friends. I was at least aware of what was doing, even if I was not wholly myself.

[jumpthegun]

I know. It still bears saying.

[Given he feels guilty and Robert Miller is unlikely to provide an apology.]

How are you holding up, though? You and the other people without the lines can actually remember what happened.

[Blessing and curse that that is.]

[tablewithoutpity]

It was trying, particularly on the heels of what occurred after my death. But I believe I am faring better than most. Certainly far better than Will, I am afraid.

[jumpthegun]

Oh... he seemed like he was holding up better than some other people.

[Mainly, John himself.]

He came in to talk to me after all of you woke up injured. Do you think he'll be all right?

[tablewithoutpity]

I cannot say. I hope so. He was of great help to me after the first night, when I was myself rather poorly. But by the time we were rescued, the ordeal had taken a heavy toll on his mind, which has always been somewhat fragile.

[jumpthegun]

You had to pull him out of the hallucination, right? Delusion. Whatever you want to call it, I suppose. Both. The belief we were in those cells, locked up. It was hard to let go of everything my senses were telling me. I can imagine it'd be even harder for a bloke in his position.

[Who already has trouble defining reality. There's a whisper of a voice in the back of John's mind.

Well, there's the pot calling out the kettle.]

Or for someone particularly sure of their senses. Did you have any trouble breaking free?

[tablewithoutpity]

I had the benefit of extensive contemplation of how my senses are being toyed with. It is an unpleasant thing, certainly, but it has helped me somewhat to keep an open mind. I also benefited from being brought out of the delusion by Dr. House.

[Never mind how.]

I brought Will out as best I could, but his psyche was torn in the process.

[jumpthegun]

[House helping anyone apart from... well, House helping anyone is a bit of a surprise, but John doesn't comment.]

Do you think there's anything that you'll be able to do for him?

[tablewithoutpity]

I believe so. I hope so.

[jumpthegun]

Is there anything I can do to help you or him?

[tablewithoutpity]

Not at the moment. But thank you, John.

[jumpthegun]

[John frowns. It's twice now that he's offered help to the other man and been turned down. He might have been able to help Hannibal after the death price, but it still feels... unbalanced. Mostly John keeps track of his own debts to other people. The red ink is getting a little more extensive than he likes with Hannibal.

There's not much to be done about it for the moment.]

All right. Let me know if that changes. Thanks again, Hannibal. And I'm sorry for what happened to you, Will, and everyone down in those cells.