[It takes a moment's decision, a heavy sigh, and a few seconds of fumbling to switch over to video, but Scully feels it's appropriate. Necessary, really, that he sees what she's saying and that she means it. And so there she is, wearing her work scrubs and a wan but not unfriendly smile, giving a little shrug of the shoulders. When she speaks the words are careful, deliberate, clearly planned in terms of content if not diction.]
I want to tell you something and then I'll give you your answer.
[She presses her lips together, eyes to the side, both uncomfortable in front of the camera and reminiscing.]
What I told you, that I believed you, that was true. I believed that you believed it, and I know--
[A soft, intruding laugh and a shake of the head. This is going to sound crazy.]
A few years ago, on a case, I was exposed to a subliminal signal inserted into television programming. I saw, I was certain I saw incontrovertible evidence that I was being betrayed, I was being set up. I believed it. I nearly shot my partner, I was so sure. So I just... I wanted to say, and I couldn't think of how to say it, but I wanted to say that you don't have to apologise to me.
[She smiles again, small, tired. Sad. Sad for him, mostly. It isn't as though she isn't empathetic, even without having been through something similar.]
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Date: 2015-02-14 11:21 pm (UTC)I want to tell you something and then I'll give you your answer.
[She presses her lips together, eyes to the side, both uncomfortable in front of the camera and reminiscing.]
What I told you, that I believed you, that was true. I believed that you believed it, and I know--
[A soft, intruding laugh and a shake of the head. This is going to sound crazy.]
A few years ago, on a case, I was exposed to a subliminal signal inserted into television programming. I saw, I was certain I saw incontrovertible evidence that I was being betrayed, I was being set up. I believed it. I nearly shot my partner, I was so sure. So I just... I wanted to say, and I couldn't think of how to say it, but I wanted to say that you don't have to apologise to me.
[She smiles again, small, tired. Sad. Sad for him, mostly. It isn't as though she isn't empathetic, even without having been through something similar.]
So yes. To the coffee. I'd be delighted.