How does one define right and wrong? The answer is you can't. Everyone's definition is different. How did I end up so far from who I was before I met, Will Graham and Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Why do I like who I am Now? The blood that sprays on my face...
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F.B.I. ACADEMY, QUANTICO, VIRGINIA
I walk into a Lecture hall and stand in the shadows next to my new boss Agent Jack Crawford, head of the FBI's Behavioral Science Analysis Unit or the BAU. I listen as the teacher describes the crime scene he witnessed. "Everyone has thought about killing someone one way or another. Be it your own hands or the hand of God. Now think about killing Mrs. Marlow." The man says in a tone i can describe as knowledgeable.
A series of pictures of the Marlow home crime scene photos are projected on the screen behind the stoic man. He surveys the lecture hall for social appearances. He never meets an eye, at most he glimpses brows, lids, the occasional lash -- but never eye contact. "Why did she deserve this? Tell me your design. Tell me who you are." he asks Jack and I enter as the trainees file out of the classroom. There are scattered smitten glances tossed in the Teachers direction, who is naturally oblivious because he is actively avoiding eye-contact with everyone, even as he warns his exiting students:
"The sad, dull truth of these crimes is they can usually be reduced to a male penetrative control issue. I am expecting a higher level of scrutiny." he says in a wise tone, the last of the trainees leave and the teacher notices he's alone in his lecture hall with the weathered, austere man and put together, classy young woman. "Mr. Graham." Agent Crawford says as the man i have now put together is Mr. Will Graham quickly puts on a pair of glasses as Jack and I approach. The top rim of Wills glasses are strategically positioned to block Me and Jacks eyes and prevent direct eye-contact.
"I'm Special Agent Jack Crawford. I lead the Behavioral Science Unit. I want you to meet Dr. Caroline Bailie, shes a psychiatrist and my new criminal profiler." jack introduces himself and me to the man. I smile kindly at the man as i hold my hand for him to shake, i don't look him in the eyes as i don't like eye contact; eyes tell to much and make it hard for me to focus. "its nice to meet you Mr. Graham, I've heard great things." i say in a kind and polite tone
"its a pleasure to meet you Dr. Bailie" Will says shaking my hand and giving me a bittersweet and slightly uncomfortable smile. " You've hitched your horse to a teaching post. I understand it's not easy for you to be sociable." Jack says as he looks at me and will analyzing each other " I'm just talking at them. I'm not listening to them. It's not social." he says still looking at me doing the same as i am Analyzing. Jack gently pushes Will's glasses up the bridge of his nose so he's forced to make fleeting eye contact.
"Where do you fall on the spectrum?" Jack asks Will picks up the rhythm and syntax of Jack's voice: so do I "My horse is hitched to a post closer to Aspergers and Autistics than narcissists and sociopaths." will says looking down avoiding eye contact with Jack.
"But you can empathize with narcissists and sociopaths. Like Dr. Bailie can correct?" Jack asks in a curious tone, "I can empathize with anybody. Less to do with personality disorders than an active imagination." I say and Will nods to agree with me Jack smiles at that "Its the same for me, i can empathize with anybody but like Dr. Bailie said its less to do with personality disorders and more to do with an active imagination." Will says as he packs up his bag. "Well, Can I borrow your imagination?" he asks will
