"Well, it's appreciated. Do you have any questions before we get started? I have a couple things I have to mention to you, but I want to make sure there's no confusion here first." Susan held up her notepad. "And for starters: do you mind if I take notes? They're in shorthand, and they never leave this office. But it helps me to have a reference."
"Uh, nothing that I can think of right away." Cameron said. To be honest he didn't really know what to expect, but he'd go with it. "I have no problems with the notes."
"Good. Then I'm also going to reassure you that anything that is said in this office is confidential. With the exception of child abuse, threats of violence to others or yourself, or solid evidence of past crimes, nothing here will be repeated to anyone else." Susan flipped open her folder to his questionaire.
"You seem in a better mood now than you did a few days ago. Has anything in particular happened since then to help that along?"
"I would thinks so." Susan tilted her head, and got comfortable. "This is about the 'study group', I take it. Why don't you tell me about that? Whatever you feel up to telling me."
Susan bit her lower lip. "Do you know, I have no idea? I shan't report it, since I can't be certain. But I may talk with the administration-- without mentioning your name-- to find out what their stance is." She studied him. "I think you said that you initially did this because your girlfriend-- Vala? -- was hurt?"
That did put a damper on his good mood and he leaned forward putting most of his weight on his right elbow.
"She got attacked on Monday, when the town went crazy. She went to Caritas with Janet and the two Izzies and they got attacked in the park. Vala tried to keep Darla from hurting someone else and got stabbed in return," Cameron explained. "Scared the crap out of me, just a few inches and... Yeah." He quickly looked up. "I think that's enough to make anyone want some sort of revenge or justice or whatever you want to call it."
"I would say that's a very human response to that, yes. Not everyone actually forms a -- posse? And actually attempts to carry that out, though." Susan's voice softened. "Why didn't you go to the police, or the administration here, instead of taking direct action?"
"The administration that once hired Drusilla to work for them?" Cameron asked and shrugged. "I probably should have, but it didn't feel like anyone cared. I wanted to do it myself, I probably would have gone alone if Angel hadn't agreed to help."
"Do you think that's true now, having talked to Professor Tick? Would you do it exactly the same way again?" Susan asked, leaning her head on one hand. "I won't tell you that you can't use your own judgment. I'm merely asking if, after the event, you think he was right about the way you approached the problem."
"Exactly? No, I'd make sure Darla and Drusilla didn't get away and that not as many people got hurt. I'd still go, I don't regret that. I don't think I could have lived with not going," Cameron shrugged. "That doesn't mean it was the right thing to do."
Susan nodded soberly. "I see. Do you think your frame of mind has improved since you took action? I know you have concerns about how the 'study group' turned out. But for you, personally-- do you feel better now, even questioning the 'rightness' of your actions?"
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"You seem in a better mood now than you did a few days ago. Has anything in particular happened since then to help that along?"
[afk for an hour, back then]
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"Uh, I suppose having no one nearly getting killed kinda worked?"
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"She got attacked on Monday, when the town went crazy. She went to Caritas with Janet and the two Izzies and they got attacked in the park. Vala tried to keep Darla from hurting someone else and got stabbed in return," Cameron explained. "Scared the crap out of me, just a few inches and... Yeah." He quickly looked up. "I think that's enough to make anyone want some sort of revenge or justice or whatever you want to call it."
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