What More Can I Say

[Ellen Banks]

What was this now? Some kind of debate on what made a person good? Bad? Or whatever it was that was in between? Where did this come from? And what praytell did any of this have to do with…Well, anything. Quite frankly this was just annoying Ellen at this point. Now she was convinced. Truly she was attempting to waste her time in some way

Ellen couldn’t help but let out a small bitter smirk at the doctors words “You make it all sound so delightfully simplistic.” She said knowing that it could never be that easily put

“By the way if this conversation is going anywhere or has a point, do let me know won’t you? These things are meant to have a point or so I’m lead to believe…”

[Vesper Bae]

"I'm simply organising what you're giving me." Vesper replied, nodding her head a few times. Truth be told, it had been a difficult little thing to map out, but the fact that she hadn't been told she was wrong worked wonders to allow her to believe she had something. Or that she as onto something.

Despite how easily she could have continued on - playful banter seemed to attempt to rear itself in most instances, here - she eased her elbow off her arm rest, hands folding together in her lap loosely.

"Then what measures a great person?" Vesper asked, "Their success? Lack of failure? Or who they are as a person?"

[Ellen Banks]

“I see” Ellen noted, not seeing a thing at all “Well, by all means keep going. After all it’s your time you’re wasting” She said leaning against the chair flexing her hands idly clearly relaxing. What do you know, it looks like her father theory on her line of work was proving to be correct at this point she was only babbling about nothing of important whatsoever.

“Please by all means, organize away” She smiled ever so sweetly placing her hand beneath her chin clearly amused by the very idea of where this might be going.

A smirk on her face appeared as she leaned forward contemplating the question of course she had an answer prepared. Her father had drummed this particular topic into her head a thousands times over

“Power” She muttered leaning forward. “My family weren’t born into wealth and power like the Bellefonte’s. We weren’t handed anything. My father grew up in the slums with several brothers but for years he worked and he schemed and he didn’t exactly play by the rules. But he did whatever was necessary to get ahead in life. You can’t earn respect if you don’t have power.”

You could almost hear her fathers voice speaking through her mouth

[Vesper Bae]

What Ellen gave Vesper was something she rightly expected. Such a neat little answer she'd really already given, but it was important to hear with the new found context her question had placed on a moment. Echoed words filtered through an answer all the same; like spoken through, not to.

"So your father wasn't a good person, and then he became one." Again, a denotion. But given the round about way in which she had answered the question in the first place, Vesper had to assume she was piecing things together with the correct mentality.

Avenues. She tapped her fingertips against the back of her other hand lightly.

"Except that in the Banks world, morality isn't a factor." She reasoned, careful in her application of emotional protocol. Or rather, a complete lack of. Because here, she worked to be completely objective. Another viewpoint for the hypnotist; "If a man with a semi-automatic had the power to shoot you in the neck, by your constitution, he's a great man."

Pause. Brief. She raised a hand; she wasn't quite done, but she indicated towards her in a poignant fashion, "Your killer is a greater person than you are."

[Ellen Banks]

If there was a point she was taking quite a long time getting to it. All this talk about what made a person good, What made a person bad. She was sure this was all very interesting conversation to someone wishing to discuss philosophy with the good doctor. But Ellen didn’t particularly care for it. Clearly she was at the end of her rope and stretching for anything to talk about. As clearly the shooting was far and beyond the limits of conversation tolerant.

“If you say so…” Ellen shrugged quite frankly bored at this point, if there was a point Ellen didn’t care to know about it. God, these sessions, they seemed to go on forever. Time seemed to stand still in this room.

She needed a word with the dear headmistresses after this, if she had to listen to this woman anymore she might truly go insane…

“I never said that.” Ellen said raising her index finger “I never said morality wasn’t a factor. We have morals and plenty of them, but what separates us is our willines to bend them ever so slightly. When you want something you take it and take it by any means necessary”

Ellen’s face contorted as if Vesper just slapped her square in the face for a brief moment she winched and shut her eyes momentarily at Vespers words breathing ever so deeply before opening them again.

Anger was bubbling up in her in intense waves, how dare she bring up the shooting to justify her point and uses her words against her like this. She wanted to get up from the seat and rush her. She wanted to grab her by the shoulders and scream in her face for even beginning to belittle her in such a way

Her body language had turned fully hostile at this point, before hand she was willing to humor her but now with that one comment any rapport she was building with Ellen was shattered. Ellen was silent for a moment her eyes narrowing at Vesper, the phrase “Looks can kill comes to mind” “Do not test me…” Ellen muttered clenching her teeth her tone icy cold

[Vesper Bae]

Aggression was a sign frequently seen in sessions like these. Not with her, per se, but the emotional discourse when swinging so close to home was subsequently partitioned into similarities. The look in her eyes - what she tried to offer and what she couldn't help but give - was the very thing to look for in any given moment. And then, a tense hint of a threat. A test.

"I'm not testing you, Ellen." Vesper replied factually. There was no need for her to be sharp here, and so she wasn't. Calm, collected and poised, though that was likely the issue in the first place. Nothing seemed more provoking than a stonewalled expression and a topic like this.

"But I'd like you to consider the progression of such an ideal, given what you've told me." She continued on, "Or perhaps you'd attest that he'd be deemed unfit for the title of a great man. After all, he made a mistake. In a Banks world, there's no room for it."

[Ellen Banks]

Who was she? Who on earth was this woman to speak like that in such a dismissive manner about her families beliefs and her family’s way of doing things? Ellen’s blood was boiling in her veins and if she wasn’t so sure that the Bellefonte’s wouldn’t make her pay royally for doing so Ellen would have used her powers against her right here and now.

“Oh, Aren’t you?” Ellen snarled though gritted teeth “Why else would you say that my killer is a better person then I?” Ellen leaned forward in her chair hoping to have a more dominating body language “You want to know what I think? I think you’re just looking for a response, an opening to pounce on and analyse after you bait me into giving you something you can use, and that doctor; is cheap”

She was calming down now or at the very least trying to, determined not to give Vesper what Ellen thought she wanted. “You want to know about my family? About me? How did you phrase it? “Our world?” That phrase made her smile. “Were survivors. That’s what we are. When the end of the world arrives, there will only be two things remaining standing on the planet: Cockroaches and Banks manor.” Ellen paused for a moment pursing her lips before seemingly coming to a conclusion “This is a waste of time…” She muttered to herself before standing up

[Vesper Bae]

There was little to be gained from a shift in posture; Vesper sat as stagnant as she would regardless of how the situation continued on. She was aware of her own potential harsh qualities. After all, it was all paraphrased from information given by someone as unaware as she herself wasn't.

She didn't answer initially. But at the question about wanting to know of her family - her world, no less - Vesper nodded. That was the point, wasn't it?

Vesper watched as she stood, making no effort to reign her back in. What she knew of Ellen was that once she made a choice, taking backwards steps was an inevitable sign of weakness. And that was hardly a thing for a Banks to promote. She concluded that it was a waste of time. Hands curled together loosely in her lap again.

"I'd argue that the Banks manor isn't bulletproof," Never wavering; "But that's a point already proven."

[Ellen Banks]

Ellen was honestly expecting for Vesper to try and stop her, not that it would be any use of course it would have no effect what so ever on Ellen, her mind was made up and Vesper hasn’t exactly endeared herself to Ellen in any way. In fact the moment she left the room she would march to Elsa and tell her that she will not be in a room with that woman again. Were they a hundred percent sure that Vesper was even a trained Psychiatrist? And not some person they plucked off the street at random? Because that was something that wouldn’t surprise her about The Bellefonte hiring policy.

She was about to leave when Vesper hit her with one last remark….Ellen’s body instantly shutting her eyes for a moment, a wave of white hot rage crashing into her and seeping into her pours. She wanted to rush her, She wanted to ball up her fist and unleash her pent emotions, just to shake a little to shatter that calm, she should consider herself so lucky she was staff so Ellen ignored it and walked out the door….

Her father will take care of her…