I'm just a vision on your TV

[iknowwhatyoudo]

WHO:Brad Crawford, Schuldig
WHAT:Playing with the New Toy
WHERE: The house
WHEN:Day 220

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[ohnoyouwont]

"I'm glad to see you showed some self-restraint, Schuldig", Crawford answered, his voice a little distant, as if he wasn't wholly in the present, "Give me a few seconds, if you please."

Crawford pushed up his glasses, and looked at his watch.

"It's time to get the cogs of fate moving. We've sat idle long enough."

/Aya musn't know any of this./

[iknowwhatyoudo]

Schuldig didn't make any move from his place on the sofa, but closed his eyes and rested his head against the cushions. No headaches, no dizziness or vertigo, no nosebleeds or blood dripping from his ears as he tried to force his reach and twist minds... it was glorious and he was basking in it like a cat in a patch of sunlight.

"We haven't been that idle." he said, although the last few days, they really had been.

/Keeping secrets from the teammates?/ He asked, the disapproval clear. /He might be a liability if he doesn't accept what we are. We're not the good guys, if he can't accept that.../

He gave a shrug, leaving Crawford to understand his intentions. /We can't risk having someone who is going to turn against us when they don't like our morals./

[ohnoyouwont]

"When was the last time we stayed cooped up in a safehouse this long?" Crawford countered, "I'm sure you must be incredibly bored by now and I have entertainment to offer you..."

/We aren't keeping secrets, we are simply delaying the moment when he will learn the truth/, Crawford reasoned, /Right now, his conscience might still rebell and get in the way of our plans. Once he in involved and has nowhere left to go, he will stay./

He closed the agenda, and dropped it on top of his own, ending the debate with those irrefutable words:

/Don't worry. I've seen it./

Crawford smiled, that cold ruthless smile that made the corners of his mouth twitch before a particularly gruesome hit. /And the best part is... he will make us look legitimate./

[iknowwhatyoudo]

"I've spent less time being bored than I have in crippling illness." Schuldig commented dryly. He was bored, but it hadn't reached critical, irritating levels for Crawford yet.

/You can spin it however you like, but it's still lying, and his conscience might just forgive him and worse, embitter him to us if he finds out. People have a remarkable sense of self delusion, and love lying to themselves, but they don't always forgive when it's a former enemy./

It wasn't that he was doubting Crawford's vision, but--well, he expected Crawford to lie to him as easily as they were lying to Aya, not about a vision, but about whether he'd actually seen a vision or not. He'd done that when they first arrived, and while Schuldig certainly didn't hold lying against someone, it also meant he was a bit skeptical. The smile was a little reassuring, and something he hadn't really seen on Crawford's face since they'd arrived, but he still harbored doubts, the reassuring feeling was likely just nostalgia for times when they'd been in more control

[ohnoyouwont]

"I've never been an optimist", Crawford corrected, his tone like one used to chide an errant child, "You can't harbour either optimism or pessimism when you know exactly what is going to happen."

"It makes watching detective movies utterly boring", he deadpanned, knowing that Schuldig would know as well as he did that it would be a monumental waste of time to try and obtain a vision about something as mundane. If you wanted to know you could simply fast-foward.

/The usual sort of entertainment, with a twist. We are looking to create a serial murderer, a actual serial murdered we will stop, in the end. Which means your role is to find a suitable candidate and push him into it./