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The taste of bile was still on his lips, acidic, his throat feeling like it was on fire. It had come so sudden, the realization. He had connected the dots.His mind was clear for the first time in forever, the fog was gone.
How many evenings had he spent in the Doctors kitchen? How many people had he-....?
He wanted to puke again, to get rid of the feeling of utter horror and disgust but no matter how much he vomited, no matter how many times he put his fingers down his throat to get rid of it all, the revulsion he felt and that horrible feeling of betrayal never left him.
He would never feel clean again, the foulness spreading to every part of him. Hours in therapy would never heal something like this. It would never get rid of the filth.
It took a minute to send the text to Jack. "Lecter is the ripper"
And it only took a second to decide what he would do after that.
I'm your friend, Will. I don't care about the lives you save. I care about your life
And what a friend he was.
This is my design
The trigger went off.