Bombard away. I did literally ask. And, real magic doesn't... exist. Where I'm from. You know, stage magicians?
Okay, actually. It's weirding me out to be away from work. I feel like I'm taking way too much personal leave, although obviously the time-space continuum doesn't work that way. What about you?
Oh, I'm good, I'm just saying. I know what stage magic is, I'm just curious why you specified stage magic if real magic isn't a thing where you're from, is all. I wondered if there was something else that just saying "magic" could've been confused for, or whatever.
Yeah, I know the feeling. Except substitute school for work. But a handful of people from home are here, as it turns out, so I don't feel quite as weird for being here, I guess? I don't know. I need to get out and meet people before I turn myself into a shut in or something haha
Well, that and my wish is a pretty tall order, so I should probably start actually contributing around here.
( Translation: she should probably get her cuddle on sooner than later if she wants to be able to hold up her end of the bargain without being here until the end of time. )
I was trying to be respectful to alternate worldviews, since the likelihood of someone here being familiar with 'real' magic is larger than zero. The laws of reality are fairly well-defined where I'm from, but that might not be the case everywhere. I'm open to being persuaded.
[ 'Start actually contributing'... Oh boy. Spencer had agreed to be here largely on the 'acts of goodwill' clause, but he is tentatively going to try the other type of contributions. Very tentatively. Maybe. ]
It's nice that you're not alone. Do you have any plans for 'contributing'?
Ah, understood. Not a bad approach, I'll give you that. I've seen things that most people — that once upon a time, even I — would consider magic, even though I don't think that they technically are. I'm not sure that makes sense. I know what I mean, anyway...
( Her eyebrows lift a little at the question, because she never really plans that sort of thing so much as she...makes it happen when she wants it to happen. Lydia knows she's attractive, she's confident, and when she wants something, she goes for it. That typically works in her favor. She's lucky, in that way, something she only recently actually recognized about herself. )
Yeah, except it's a little weird that we all seem to be from different points in time. I seem to be the furthest along, so I'm kind of treading carefully while I figure this all out.
Not so much plans unless a general "find someone I'd be interested in going to bed with within the next month or two" counts as a plan. Well, that's generalized enough to assume that said person is also interested in going to bed with me, but whatever. You know what I mean.
[ This is. Basically. Reid's brain going blue screen and rebooting. Please hold.
It does take a while for his response to come, both because he had to process it through the mortification, and then he kept typing and deleting all of his possible responses. The end result is somewhat stilted. Sadly, she gets to miss all the stuttering and stumbling as this is over text. ]
Something unexplained? I'd love to hear about it sometime. [ Like when he 'saw the light' during his near-death experience under Hankel's torture... Reid still hasn't been able to explain that one. And even such a morbid topic is easier for him to get a handle on than, um, a beautiful, younger woman's sex life. Seriously, is this real? Does this sort of thing just happen to Morgan all the time? ]
That's very direct of you. And fast. I'm not fast. My plans are looking into joining law enforcement or teaching. [ Or starting a support group, but Reid is still gunshy about mentioning that. ]
( She notices the delay but figures that it's just that he got distracted by something; that happens to her when she's texting all the time. Lydia doesn't really think much of it. )
Oh I could tell you plenty of stories that most people would think were completely insane, but I'll have to get to know you better first.
( To make sure human fear doesn't end in supernatural dead bodies, like it tends too often to do back home. )
Everybody's different. I don't really have any skills for anything beyond, like, retail work right now and I figure that's not going to really put a dent in my end of the bargain, so... I don't know. Does the fact that I'm "fast" and direct make you uncomfortable? I can be more aware of it when I'm talking to you.
I can respect that. I have some of those of my own.
[ Which is nothing but the truth, really. And then Spencer's put in another awkward position, but at least one where the answer is clear to him, if difficult to communicate. Still, he'd rather struggle with how to say something than with what to say at all. ]
I'm sure you're selling yourself short, Lydia. Don't tone anything down for my sake, just don't do anything you're not comfortable with? Maybe I sound like an old man saying that. [ He means it, though. Reid isn't about to essentially slut shame given his unfortunate familiarity with it from unsubs, and his personal discomfort isn't enough to make him embarrass someone else. But he has seen a lot, and he just wants to make sure... ]
( That's endearing as hell, that right there. They still hardly know each other and he's concerned. If he knew half of what she's capable of, he might not be as concerned, but since she's not sharing yet, it makes her smile. )
I never do anything I don't want to do.
( That's not entirely true. There's been plenty of times she hadn't wanted to put her life on the line for Beacon Hills, because she'd been tired or grieving or just wished she wasn't a part of all of it. But in the context he's talking about, it's true, at least. )
I don't know, I could learn really fast and I'm probably smarter than most people from around here, just statistically speaking, so you're probably right, but a lot of places want work experience and the only experience I've got is tutoring because I finished high school early and just stuck around taking extra classes and tutoring so I could graduate with my friends.
...and it doesn't make you sound like an old man. It makes you sound like a good friend. <3
[ He'd be less concerned, but definitely still concerned. He's kind of a soft touch and hates people getting hurt, even when it's temporary. ]
Good. Then don't let me stop you. Even if I don't understand it.
At least you had friends to stick around and graduate with. [ At one point he wouldn't have understood that decision, but having had real, good friends now, he understands it. She's like an odd reflection of his life experience in some ways, smart but intentionally sacrificing some of it for the sake of social connections. As shown in how easily she embarrasses him again with the heart emoticon and the sentiment. ] A good friend, or a paranoid one? [ Self-deprecation, always safe. He still has a hard time taking compliments about things that aren't his intelligence. ]
If there's something you want to do, I could help you figure it out. If you wanted the help. There's no reason to waste your time while you're here. It's no CalTech, but there is a university if you want to take a few classes.
[ And if he ends up teaching, he might need an assistant... Reid isn't quite impulsive enough to just type that out, but it occurs to him. ]
Where I come from, a paranoid friend is the best kind of friend to have.
( They're the ones that will go above and beyond with worry if something feels off; it's how they keep each other safe. That's how they have to operate in Beacon Hills. Without a healthy dose of paranoia, they'd probably all be dead by now. )
Yeah, I thought about the university actually, I just haven't decided if I want to go or if I want to put school on hold until I get back home, yet. I appreciate that, though. I think for me, step one: wrap my head around the time differences between my friends and I, step two: decide between school and work, step three: apparently give you a heart attack because I'm fast and direct ;)
( She almost makes a joke asking if he'd feel better if it was him she was pursuing, but Lydia figures that they're not really there yet and it could be perceived as more offensive or uncomfortable than funny or flirtatious, especially over text. She'll save it for later, though, that's for sure. )
That job is almost as cool as mine! How does one get into federal law enforcement, anyway? I've never actually met anyone who does it, so it always seemed like something out of the movies, even though it's obviously a real thing.
I attended a lecture aimed at convincing college students to pursue the FBI as a career path. The lecturer thought I had potential. I'm lucky he took a chance on me.
[ Talking about Gideon is still hard, but Spencer can manage it obliquely. Time is making it better. ]
I work with the Flash to keep evil metahumans at bay.
( It should be fine to talk about the Flash as long as she doesn't out Barry as being him, right? She saw the Flash on the okCuddle somewhere, she's sure of it. )
But before that, I worked on the particle accelerator. It was a pretty famous machine. Probably more infamous after it exploded and created all those metahumans, including the Flash, but...at the time, it was a scientific achievement...it was made to power the whole city with clean energy. It would've made science journals, I bet, if it had succeeded.
( Sometimes, talking about the particle accelerator is difficult, but in doing so, she supposes she's sort of trying to embrace the part of her that it created — Killer Frost — rather than just mourning the losses she suffered after it — like Ronnie...twice. If she talks about it on her own terms, then maybe she can take control of the feelings she has about the whole thing. That's what she's trying to do, anyway. )
Oh cool, I was recruited while I was in college, still, too. Do you like it? The BAU?
Sorry, I have a lot of questions about what you just said. How could a particle accelerator explode? It's radioactive, not prone to combustion. What is your working definition of the word 'metahuman'? Who or what is the Flash?
[ And right now he's totally oblivious to the idea that this could potentially be a sensitive issue, although he can guess that being near an explosion of any sort can cause trauma. Reid's just momentarily overwhelmed by scientific incredulity at the idea of a linac exploding. At least, he's assuming it's linear. ]
I can't imagine doing anything else now. I've been there for six years.
( Caitlin tries not to think about what happened to Ronnie in that explosion and focuses instead on the grander scheme, because she imagines that's what he's actually asking. Unfortunately, she doesn't know an awful lot about what actually caused the malfunction. )
You know, I don't really know. I wasn't on the structural engineering side, so I don't know what went wrong there. Metahuman is a normal human who, due to the explosion, now has special abilities beyond that of normal human beings.
( ...how does he not know who the Flash is? Does the Flash not exist where he comes from? Which Earth is this guy from, because The Flash — whether Barry or not — has existed on several Earths, so far... hmmm... )
The Flash is the fastest man alive. Runs at something like Mach 3 these days.
I don't think I could do your job; I imagine you must see some really horrific things.
( Which is not to say that Caitlin never does, but not on a daily basis like law enforcement must. ...like her friends that work with CCPD must. )
Special abilities. Like what? How could an explosion cause special abilities?
[ ??????
Reid is just way too literal sometimes. Like being told a folk tale and promptly replying that it didn't make any sense because you can't catch a falling star. Things without rational explanation just don't sit well with him. ]
Your plane of existence must have interesting quantum dynamics to allow for the things you've described. [ This is Reid's best attempt at being generous, and polite. He literally types and deletes a comment about human physiology being unable to tolerate three times the speed of sound. He needs to pick his battles... and he doesn't actually want to offend anyone, he just wants to understand. ]
I do. Although I see some really incredible things, too. "In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present." Francis Bacon.
I don't know how it works, my specialty is biogenetic engineering and neurosurgery. I just know what happened and what the result was.
( ...he thinks she's telling stories, ah. That's the vibe she's getting right now and she supposes that she walked right into that because this is not Central where everyone knows The Flash and Ralph...whose superhero name Cisco has not yet settled upon.
Scale it back a bit, Snow. )
Must be.
I've always liked that quote. It helped me through a lot of tough times. It's a good quote. I'm glad to hear there's balance. I still don't think I could do what you do, so kudos for doing the job that most of us can't.
[ He doesn't necessarily think she's lying, it's just-- well. He's here in part to learn new things, but Reid hadn't fully anticipated just how new some of the things would be. He can surmise from her suddenly growing curt that he's come off wrong, however. This is usually the part where his teammates jump in and save him and smooth things over, and they... aren't here. ]
I don't disbelieve you, I just don't understand. I'm not good with things I don't understand.
[ At least he's honest. ]
To tell the truth, we all do it so other people don't have to. Someone I greatly respect once told me that the day the job stops bothering you is the day you quit. There's no shame in not being able to handle the worst of humanity. We're not more hardened to it than anyone else, we just want people in hopeless situations to have a way out.
( This would probably be exponentially smoother a conversation if Caitlin herself understood the why. She understands what's happening in the bodies of those affected — at least the ones she's been able to study, like Barry, herself, Cisco... — but she doesn't understand how it happened. It shouldn't have been able to, he's right. But it did. )
Well...join the club. I've just sort of had to adjust and work with what I'm given. It doesn't make a lot of sense, it just is where I come from.
That's actually a really good way to look at things...I wouldn't have thought of that. Whoever told you that...thank them for me when you go home. Maybe it'll help me gain a little perspective doing my own work.
( Because while it's not so bad for Caitlin as it probably is for Dr. Reid, she has her moments where there's a numbness to everything that sort of comes into play, which really has no place. It's not a bad thing to detach emotion while working, but she needs to make sure she never turns it all the way off. ...that's partially why the idea of losing herself in Killer Frost is so terrifying. Killer Frost already turned it off. At least, in Caitlin's opinion, she's turned off all the emotions except anger. Sometimes that makes an appearance. )
That must be frustrating. Especially as a scientist.
[ If he finds it frustrating, he imagines she does ten times as much, as it's her life. Maybe he can make up for his misstep by giving her an open invitation to vent. ]
I would, but he quit. Took his own advice. I try to remember it when I get overwhelmed. That there's a reason we do this. If we stop caring, we lose the reason.
[ It's not as much an issue for Reid as some of his other coworkers, admittedly. Reid's problem has always been, despite his fussy, neurotic, academic exterior, caring too much. He feels everything intensely, takes everything hard, and altogether his empathy makes him a great profiler but an easily hurt human being. He thinks of Gideon's advice as a reassurance to himself that his caring makes him more human and less a monster, that it in itself is proof that he hasn't started to lose his mind. Caring is not indicative of schizophrenia; it's him doing his job the most human way possible.
Sometimes it's cold comfort, but so far, most of the time, that perspective has gotten him through it. ]
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#1 indisputable fact of life: Coffee and books are two of the best things in life.
Stage magic is fun. But. How do you feel about *real* magic?
[Her powers are...kinda-sorta magic...???!!?!?]
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How would you define real magic?
[ Get as technical as possible. Immediately. ]
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[ #smooth. #nailedit. ]
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[ whoosh, the sound of everything but learning going straight over Spencer's head ]
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You're just asking to be bombarded with silly trivia :P Stage magic as opposed to...real magic or...?
How are you settling in so far?
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Okay, actually. It's weirding me out to be away from work. I feel like I'm taking way too much personal leave, although obviously the time-space continuum doesn't work that way. What about you?
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Yeah, I know the feeling. Except substitute school for work. But a handful of people from home are here, as it turns out, so I don't feel quite as weird for being here, I guess? I don't know. I need to get out and meet people before I turn myself into a shut in or something haha
Well, that and my wish is a pretty tall order, so I should probably start actually contributing around here.
( Translation: she should probably get her cuddle on sooner than later if she wants to be able to hold up her end of the bargain without being here until the end of time. )
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[ 'Start actually contributing'... Oh boy. Spencer had agreed to be here largely on the 'acts of goodwill' clause, but he is tentatively going to try the other type of contributions. Very tentatively. Maybe. ]
It's nice that you're not alone. Do you have any plans for 'contributing'?
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( Her eyebrows lift a little at the question, because she never really plans that sort of thing so much as she...makes it happen when she wants it to happen. Lydia knows she's attractive, she's confident, and when she wants something, she goes for it. That typically works in her favor. She's lucky, in that way, something she only recently actually recognized about herself. )
Yeah, except it's a little weird that we all seem to be from different points in time. I seem to be the furthest along, so I'm kind of treading carefully while I figure this all out.
Not so much plans unless a general "find someone I'd be interested in going to bed with within the next month or two" counts as a plan. Well, that's generalized enough to assume that said person is also interested in going to bed with me, but whatever. You know what I mean.
Do you?
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It does take a while for his response to come, both because he had to process it through the mortification, and then he kept typing and deleting all of his possible responses. The end result is somewhat stilted. Sadly, she gets to miss all the stuttering and stumbling as this is over text. ]
Something unexplained? I'd love to hear about it sometime. [ Like when he 'saw the light' during his near-death experience under Hankel's torture... Reid still hasn't been able to explain that one. And even such a morbid topic is easier for him to get a handle on than, um, a beautiful, younger woman's sex life. Seriously, is this real? Does this sort of thing just happen to Morgan all the time? ]
That's very direct of you. And fast. I'm not fast. My plans are looking into joining law enforcement or teaching. [ Or starting a support group, but Reid is still gunshy about mentioning that. ]
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Oh I could tell you plenty of stories that most people would think were completely insane, but I'll have to get to know you better first.
( To make sure human fear doesn't end in supernatural dead bodies, like it tends too often to do back home. )
Everybody's different. I don't really have any skills for anything beyond, like, retail work right now and I figure that's not going to really put a dent in my end of the bargain, so... I don't know. Does the fact that I'm "fast" and direct make you uncomfortable? I can be more aware of it when I'm talking to you.
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[ Which is nothing but the truth, really. And then Spencer's put in another awkward position, but at least one where the answer is clear to him, if difficult to communicate. Still, he'd rather struggle with how to say something than with what to say at all. ]
I'm sure you're selling yourself short, Lydia. Don't tone anything down for my sake, just don't do anything you're not comfortable with? Maybe I sound like an old man saying that. [ He means it, though. Reid isn't about to essentially slut shame given his unfortunate familiarity with it from unsubs, and his personal discomfort isn't enough to make him embarrass someone else. But he has seen a lot, and he just wants to make sure... ]
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I never do anything I don't want to do.
( That's not entirely true. There's been plenty of times she hadn't wanted to put her life on the line for Beacon Hills, because she'd been tired or grieving or just wished she wasn't a part of all of it. But in the context he's talking about, it's true, at least. )
I don't know, I could learn really fast and I'm probably smarter than most people from around here, just statistically speaking, so you're probably right, but a lot of places want work experience and the only experience I've got is tutoring because I finished high school early and just stuck around taking extra classes and tutoring so I could graduate with my friends.
...and it doesn't make you sound like an old man. It makes you sound like a good friend. <3
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Good. Then don't let me stop you. Even if I don't understand it.
At least you had friends to stick around and graduate with. [ At one point he wouldn't have understood that decision, but having had real, good friends now, he understands it. She's like an odd reflection of his life experience in some ways, smart but intentionally sacrificing some of it for the sake of social connections. As shown in how easily she embarrasses him again with the heart emoticon and the sentiment. ] A good friend, or a paranoid one? [ Self-deprecation, always safe. He still has a hard time taking compliments about things that aren't his intelligence. ]
If there's something you want to do, I could help you figure it out. If you wanted the help. There's no reason to waste your time while you're here. It's no CalTech, but there is a university if you want to take a few classes.
[ And if he ends up teaching, he might need an assistant... Reid isn't quite impulsive enough to just type that out, but it occurs to him. ]
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( They're the ones that will go above and beyond with worry if something feels off; it's how they keep each other safe. That's how they have to operate in Beacon Hills. Without a healthy dose of paranoia, they'd probably all be dead by now. )
Yeah, I thought about the university actually, I just haven't decided if I want to go or if I want to put school on hold until I get back home, yet. I appreciate that, though. I think for me, step one: wrap my head around the time differences between my friends and I, step two: decide between school and work, step three: apparently give you a heart attack because I'm fast and direct ;)
( She almost makes a joke asking if he'd feel better if it was him she was pursuing, but Lydia figures that they're not really there yet and it could be perceived as more offensive or uncomfortable than funny or flirtatious, especially over text. She'll save it for later, though, that's for sure. )
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That job is almost as cool as mine! How does one get into federal law enforcement,
anyway? I've never actually met anyone who does it, so it always seemed like something out of the movies, even though it's obviously a real thing.
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I attended a lecture aimed at convincing college students to pursue the FBI as a career path. The lecturer thought I had potential. I'm lucky he took a chance on me.
[ Talking about Gideon is still hard, but Spencer can manage it obliquely. Time is making it better. ]
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( It should be fine to talk about the Flash as long as she doesn't out Barry as being him, right? She saw the Flash on the okCuddle somewhere, she's sure of it. )
But before that, I worked on the particle accelerator. It was a pretty famous machine. Probably more infamous after it exploded and created all those metahumans, including the Flash, but...at the time, it was a scientific achievement...it was made to power the whole city with clean energy. It would've made science journals, I bet, if it had succeeded.
( Sometimes, talking about the particle accelerator is difficult, but in doing so, she supposes she's sort of trying to embrace the part of her that it created — Killer Frost — rather than just mourning the losses she suffered after it — like Ronnie...twice. If she talks about it on her own terms, then maybe she can take control of the feelings she has about the whole thing. That's what she's trying to do, anyway. )
Oh cool, I was recruited while I was in college, still, too. Do you like it? The BAU?
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Sorry, I have a lot of questions about what you just said. How could a particle accelerator explode? It's radioactive, not prone to combustion. What is your working definition of the word 'metahuman'? Who or what is the Flash?
[ And right now he's totally oblivious to the idea that this could potentially be a sensitive issue, although he can guess that being near an explosion of any sort can cause trauma. Reid's just momentarily overwhelmed by scientific incredulity at the idea of a linac exploding. At least, he's assuming it's linear. ]
I can't imagine doing anything else now. I've been there for six years.
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You know, I don't really know. I wasn't on the structural engineering side, so I don't know what went wrong there. Metahuman is a normal human who, due to the explosion, now has special abilities beyond that of normal human beings.
( ...how does he not know who the Flash is? Does the Flash not exist where he comes from? Which Earth is this guy from, because The Flash — whether Barry or not — has existed on several Earths, so far... hmmm... )
The Flash is the fastest man alive. Runs at something like Mach 3 these days.
I don't think I could do your job; I imagine you must see some really horrific things.
( Which is not to say that Caitlin never does, but not on a daily basis like law enforcement must. ...like her friends that work with CCPD must. )
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[ ??????
Reid is just way too literal sometimes. Like being told a folk tale and promptly replying that it didn't make any sense because you can't catch a falling star. Things without rational explanation just don't sit well with him. ]
Your plane of existence must have interesting quantum dynamics to allow for the things you've described. [ This is Reid's best attempt at being generous, and polite. He literally types and deletes a comment about human physiology being unable to tolerate three times the speed of sound. He needs to pick his battles... and he doesn't actually want to offend anyone, he just wants to understand. ]
I do. Although I see some really incredible things, too. "In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present." Francis Bacon.
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I just know what happened and what the result was.
( ...he thinks she's telling stories, ah. That's the vibe she's getting right now and she supposes that she walked right into that because this is not Central where everyone knows The Flash and Ralph...whose superhero name Cisco has not yet settled upon.
Scale it back a bit, Snow. )
Must be.
I've always liked that quote. It helped me through a lot of tough times. It's a good quote. I'm glad to hear there's balance.
I still don't think I could do what you do, so kudos for doing the job that most of us can't.
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I don't disbelieve you, I just don't understand. I'm not good with things I don't understand.
[ At least he's honest. ]
To tell the truth, we all do it so other people don't have to. Someone I greatly respect once told me that the day the job stops bothering you is the day you quit. There's no shame in not being able to handle the worst of humanity. We're not more hardened to it than anyone else, we just want people in hopeless situations to have a way out.
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Well...join the club. I've just sort of had to adjust and work with what I'm given. It doesn't make a lot of sense, it just is where I come from.
That's actually a really good way to look at things...I wouldn't have thought of that. Whoever told you that...thank them for me when you go home. Maybe it'll help me gain a little perspective doing my own work.
( Because while it's not so bad for Caitlin as it probably is for Dr. Reid, she has her moments where there's a numbness to everything that sort of comes into play, which really has no place. It's not a bad thing to detach emotion while working, but she needs to make sure she never turns it all the way off. ...that's partially why the idea of losing herself in Killer Frost is so terrifying. Killer Frost already turned it off. At least, in Caitlin's opinion, she's turned off all the emotions except anger. Sometimes that makes an appearance. )
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[ If he finds it frustrating, he imagines she does ten times as much, as it's her life. Maybe he can make up for his misstep by giving her an open invitation to vent. ]
I would, but he quit. Took his own advice. I try to remember it when I get overwhelmed. That there's a reason we do this. If we stop caring, we lose the reason.
[ It's not as much an issue for Reid as some of his other coworkers, admittedly. Reid's problem has always been, despite his fussy, neurotic, academic exterior, caring too much. He feels everything intensely, takes everything hard, and altogether his empathy makes him a great profiler but an easily hurt human being. He thinks of Gideon's advice as a reassurance to himself that his caring makes him more human and less a monster, that it in itself is proof that he hasn't started to lose his mind. Caring is not indicative of schizophrenia; it's him doing his job the most human way possible.
Sometimes it's cold comfort, but so far, most of the time, that perspective has gotten him through it. ]
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