As you step into the street and notice the distance between the hearts and homes [W6, Friday]

[hydrokinetics]

[Will might be surprised to find that one of the rounds Winston comes back, he's holding a new note. Upon unfolding it, Will will notice that it's one of Percy's wanted posters that he's torn down from the station and a note is scrawled on it almost sloppily. It happens when your hand's bandaged up.]

Will,

...I imagine you don't want company. I imagine you don't want condolances condolences and I imagine you're already planning on how to strike back.

But...I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I did my best. I wanted to do more, I wanted to try and stop this, I wanted so much but this town has proven to me you can't get what you want all the time.

I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. I'm scared, honestly, but I know I can't be. That won't be good for anyone. I read Dr. Lecter's letter. I have some ideas. I don't know if I'm ready, but again, I know I can't be scared.

Please be well, Will. It's a tall order, I know. Know that despite what happens tomorrow, I'm grateful for all you've done for me in the weeks we've been here. I know you know exactly how everything will play out. I'll have to make do with my own clues and find a new way to win. Dr. Lecter had spoken to me about maybe working with us. I think he already knew it was too late. I appreciate him humoring me, at least.

Like I said, I imagine you don't want company and maybe that's for the best. I had enough people tell me to take time to grieve and I don't know if I ever really did. But you and Winston can probably guess where to find me. Otherwise, I'll see you tomorrow, I hope.

-Perseus

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Saturday, post-trial

[hydrokinetics]

[This time with Winston being in the cell with Will, Percy has to approach himself. He doesn't look at Will through the bars, but he does reach into his pocket and he pulls out a letter. He shoves it into the cell, pausing for a moment before giving Will one more curiously blank look. He soon drops his gaze and turns on his heels to walk away, leaving Will with a letter.]

Will,

Natalie told me her story, and I understand. I understand the Will Graham that you were, though I don't believe I can understand the Will Graham that you are.

Your wishes have been taken into account. As you know, you have been voted for. And tomorrow, I believe, I will be the one to execute you. I know several people will want me to be crude and tasteless in the way that you were in Natalie's death. But that's not my wish. My wish is to end your life and relieve you from the boundaries of this world, a world without Dr. Lecter, a world where you remain unstable.

It's not death. It's setting you free. And for that, I won't apologize.

There are several things I won't apologize for. I won't apologize for what I'm going to do tomorrow. I won't apologize for not being able to look you in the eye anymore. I won't apologize for feelings I have for you now. Because you were right, Will. You're not the Will Graham of yesterday, and that's the part that I think I regret the most.

I will win this game. I will fight with everything I have and I will take the gifts you and Dr. Lecter have given me and I will win. I will respect your wishes and forget the people I found out you were. However, I hope you'll forgive me for not forgetting the people who saw me in ways no one else has.

Your words have never been overwhelming, Will. I wish you had used them more often because I still find you to be highly intelligent and understanding of people who don't even understand themselves. Maybe that's what empathy is.

I'm sorry that our lives have intersected, but that's just another part of the game, isn't it?

I imagine now where you're going, you and Dr. Lecter will only have each other. I imagine now people will leave you alone. Treat you with disgust and rage and anger. I hope we can win fast enough to eliminate this and save everyone in the way that they want to be saved.

That's all I've ever wanted to do, Will. Save everyone.

Be well, Will. Tomorrow, another week comes to an end. Tomorrow, I will speak to Mr. Barnham. And tomorrow your blood will be on my hands. For that, I cannot apologize. I hope Dr. Lecter will be there to greet you on the other side. Please thank him for the gift. I don't know if people like you two will be eligible for rebirth, but I suppose the most important part will be that you're together.

I will fight harder now more than ever, and I'm grateful to you for supplying me with a new energy I thought I lacked.

Goodbye, Will. I'll make sure Winston is looked after in your absence as well.

-Perseus.