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So, hypothetically. If I asked you to lobotomize Chauncy.

I have never performed a lobotomy before, so I cannot promise he would survive the procedure. But I am not opposed to reading some DIYs and making the attempt if it is your wish.

You haven't? [He's genuinely shock -- Starr's unending expertise in violence had long become something Chilton took for granted.] I didn't mean to assume.

Yours is more of a lethal intention, I suppose.

I am considered the sacred executioner of the Grail. Before that I worked with an anti-terrorism group. I've never had much need to keep my targets alive, no.

I've wondered -- I mean, "hell" is a concrete place in your world, right? How are you not going there? With all your. Murdering and such.

I murder for God. Part of the Grail retirement package is automatic entry into Heaven.

Really? And you don't ever worry that, well, maybe such a god might break the terms of contract? Because he can?

God is currently missing. We are the ones in charge of running things. So, no. I have no concerns. Even if I do find myself in hell for some reason, I have delivered enough souls to them to have earned a favorable spot in their ranks.

Great -- so I let a possibly-to-be-arch-demon grope me in a white minivan?

Oh, I am sure you've fucked worse.

[Sputtering!] That's besides the point!

-- And purely theoretical!

[He protests. Too much.]

I am only trying to learn the context of my own expectations. What you expect of me.

I expect only that you continue the path you are already on. You are doing well.

I don't -- I do not have a manual for this, for being your Messiah. The gods in this world are, frankly, useless. And I have none back in Baltimore.

You are my only source. I do not want to misstep.

[And there it is, the seed to dependency sown.]

Have confidence in yourself, Messiah. I will not guide you wrong. And you are making great strides on your own.

But I must ask. Is Chauncy's presence going to complicate matters?

Complicate in what way? [He asked, feigning innocence. It was a difficult act for a man like Frederick Chilton to pull.] Do I think I need to beware of his potential assailants? No -- he hasn't any. The man is incredibly child-friendly.

I am only worried he may become a distraction for you. That you may become too concerned with what he is doing instead of fully committing to our task.

I mean, if I told you he and I fucked, how would you react?

With vomit. And disbelief. More so the latter.

Well. It's true.

[ It's not true. This is a test. ]

I know men like him. They're terrified to take on a risk like you, they have no taste for unique and thrilling minds. No doubt a cunning something had entrapped his affections once, when he was younger. Hence why he is embittered, hence why he adopts a prickly persona when, ultimately, he thirsts for the approval of his peers. He is in survival mode.

He'll flirt with you, Starr. At most. But you care too much about consent to push his boundaries.

Do these reasons also mirror the reasons why you will never give in? Is this knowledge of him also knowledge of how you yourself operate?

No -- I surround myself with dangerous men. Haven't you noticed?

[He has some self-awareness. While some of the other stuff leveled might apply to Chilton in various degrees, his reaction to it is one opposite of risk-averse.]

I have noticed. I questioned how much of it was intentional.

[ But by Chilton's confession....it seems, well, all of it. ]

You are right, of course. He and I did not fuck.

No fucking kidding.

Truth be told, the only appealing prospect of it would be to imagine it was you.

I have never before been accused of being "unattainable."

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