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#FORJUSTTICE

INDEPENDENT CLARICE STARLING
OF THOMAS HARRIS'
THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS AND HANNIBAL.

for @empathicdesign​​, continued from here. 

        The initial lack of eye contact alerts Clarice to refrain from further questioning. She has no right to press upon sores — if applicable — that she does not know exist, or existed. Furthermore, Will stands as her superior. She’s but a trainee and she clenches her jaw at the thought, keeping her eyes on the papers between her inexpert hands. The childish side of her reigns and she becomes defensive when she hears his question. Of course she doesn’t want a break; she wouldn’t be here if she were weak enough to take one.

        ( Taking care of herself has never been her best talent. She doesn’t see much before she hits her pillow at the end of the day like a ton of bricks. ) 

       Her pulse slows a bit after a moment, and she lessens the acridity of her voice. She knows it was a simple question, not laden with the skepticism that so many other men have heaped upon her. The FBI is written under her fingernails from having to scratch relentlessly at so many walls blocking her—-  so many walls that never blocked her co-workers. 

        “ If I wanted a break, I’d say so,” she casually remarks, meeting his eyes and lining her own with assertiveness. This is out of habit more than anything else. “B’sides, I wanna spend a few more minutes looking over this file here. Just…wonder why he’d go from a medical doctor to a psychiatrist.” Her brows are furrowed by now and she speaks as though to herself. 

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      “Seems odd to move from operating on people to listening to their personal problems.”

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