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Since it seems as though Kate Bishop has left us, I've gone ahead and drawn up a copy of her FAQ. You can now find it here. Considering she clearly put effort into making and keeping track of this, it's not something I'm prepared to let to go to waste. In the same vein as when she first shared this, if you think I left out something important, let me know so it can be added. Comments, questions, or remarks are welcome.

[not really but it pays to be polite]

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He's going to know, Chilton. Who else is causing problems for you? What other patients has he been called in on? I'm sure the first person who comes to mind is me once you start talking about any of your patients.

[A beat. Then, reluctantly he mutters:] I have had a few. Issues. With select patients before. There's a profound likelihood that Will would take such -- take my habits -- into consideration.

This ought to obscure your identity somewhat.

[Even though Chilton did just reel off his diagnosis to Will.]

Jesus Christ, Chilton. What are you thinking?

There is no need to panic, really. And moreover -- what are you doing, following me like this? Am I to believe this was only an accidental happenstance?

Please, Chilton. I'm always watching the moves you make. This is just the first time I'm being verbal about it.

[ Or second time. Considering what happened that time in Olivier's post. ]

[Another beat.]

Is this something territorial?

This is me responding to your bait. Because that's what it was, wasn't it? The first thing you do when we get back is talk to Will Graham for only a few comments and then radio silence.

Why have a public feed in the first place if you didn't want me to notice? If you didn't want to draw my attention?

You're paranoid, Walt. I have my doubts that Atlantic City was as therapeutic as intended to be. Look at you -- deteriorating over an unfounded assumption. I think perhaps an emergency session would be wise.

This is not deteriorating. I'll deteriorate you right into your own emergency session at the hospital.

[ Disgruntled. ]

Very mature response, flinging out death threats while under duress. Anger has always been a pointed motivator for you.

[ How cute that Chilton gets a surge of confidence from having distance and a communicator between them. So Walt ignores Chilton's mockery and goes in for another attack. ]

How are you feeling? Sore, I imagine.

[There's a beat -- a profound beat. Bullseye.]

Your chemical capability had ensured that I would not suffering lasting pain. As you well know.

Unless you meant my pride?

[ How satisfying that pause is. ]

I didn't go on to heal all aspects of this weekend. And you did endure quite the prolonged experience with that device.

So I suppose both would be accurate.

Enough.

I've paid my price. Invested skin the game, as it were. Surely that deems this behavior of yours unnecessary? Bickering behind encrypted messages, Walt, really?

I'm sorry. Am I being inappropriate?

[ Because from the sound of it, Walt didn't really give a shit. ]

You started this with your private conversation. You started this going behind my back.

There is nothing going on behind your back! How dare you insinuate such imprudence upon my personal --!

[distracted beat.]

And -- in fact -- just a moment, I have another -- I have something.

[Ninety seconds later...]

I have to go.

Chilton, what're you...?

Chilton!

Don't you dare hang up on me!!

Your abandonment issues are noted and most certainly will be discussed during our Friday session.

Goodbye, Walt.

[DISCONNECT.]

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