[ It was now five days since Hannibal died and there was no evidence that his friend was returning. Will was definitely subdued. It wasn't that he couldn't survive on his own, he had for a very long time back home, but it was hard not to feel the weight of why pressing down on him.
Why keep fighting?
Why keep trying to survive?
The mindset he'd finally accepted that night on the cliff top kept swimming at the corners of his mind, a spectre that had been chased away for so many months, it's return was unwelcome. Logically Will understood that some of this was due to Hannibal's loss, as well as the risk that came with traveling alone.
Or as alone as Will ever was, given the constructs of his own unstable mind.
He'd clung to the presence through these recent days. Talking to it almost constantly as a way to keep himself anchored. He balanced it with the exercise Hannibal had taught him, reciting his own name, the time and his location, but it didn't stop Hobbs' from laughing and jeering at him.
Hearing House's voice -anyone's voice really- from outside of his own head was like being splashed with ice cold water. Will caught his breath and closed his eyes for a moment, grasping tight to the tangible line tossed on the tumultuous waters of his own mind.
He didn't say anything, but simply set his pack down and came up on House's right side, reaching to help support the shelves. It would free the doctor's dominant hand to finish doing whatever insane stunt he was executing now. ]
cw: suicidal ideation
Why keep fighting?
Why keep trying to survive?
The mindset he'd finally accepted that night on the cliff top kept swimming at the corners of his mind, a spectre that had been chased away for so many months, it's return was unwelcome. Logically Will understood that some of this was due to Hannibal's loss, as well as the risk that came with traveling alone.
Or as alone as Will ever was, given the constructs of his own unstable mind.
He'd clung to the presence through these recent days. Talking to it almost constantly as a way to keep himself anchored. He balanced it with the exercise Hannibal had taught him, reciting his own name, the time and his location, but it didn't stop Hobbs' from laughing and jeering at him.
Hearing House's voice -anyone's voice really- from outside of his own head was like being splashed with ice cold water. Will caught his breath and closed his eyes for a moment, grasping tight to the tangible line tossed on the tumultuous waters of his own mind.
He didn't say anything, but simply set his pack down and came up on House's right side, reaching to help support the shelves. It would free the doctor's dominant hand to finish doing whatever insane stunt he was executing now. ]