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[ Will's not one for coming to the Gods for anything ~~anymore~~ but he's depressed and desperate enough to try anything at this point. ]

I'm gonna sound kind of pathetic right now... But I think you're my only hope.

I really need your help.

[Confusion's voice is clear, and just the slightest bit amused with the dramatics.]

I'm your only hope? [She gives a quiet tch.] You must be desperate, or maybe you hate yourself.

What is it?

[ Ouch... Though, Will knew what kind of attitude he was coming up against in asking her for help in the first place. ]

Bit of both really.

[ A pause, to take a breath before he unloads. ]

I don't think I can face being here anymore. I can't go home, if I kill myself or die, I'll just come back.

[ He rolls the wedding ring around his finger with his thumb as he talks. ]

I don't want to remember that I have a wife and kid back home... I don't want to remember leaving them to look for the psychopath I'm obsessed with... I can't live here knowing Hannibal is gone... I can't even look Abigail in the eyes anymore, knowing she'd be dead back home...

I just want to forget it all... Ignorance is bliss and all that.

[To her credit, Confusion listens. It wouldn't be the first time soneone has asked her to do this, and quite honestly, there's a benefit to her if she agrees.]

Hmm. That is quite the predicament. What length of time do you want to forget? Be precise.

[The last thing she needs is for him to forget something and end up pissing someone off.]

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