Thread: The Madness Among Us... [Blissy & November]

To a degree, he considerably understood the pain she felt deep down within her soul. The harsh reality before he wasn't necessarily a good thing to even her ears. Perhaps it was a good thing that she never had a chance to see the body as Bigby knew that even he would refuse to show such horrific pictures. This task was a delicate one and sometimes he thought it was almost too much to handle. Sometimes it seemed overwhelming with the amount of work he'd done day in, day out. With Alice here he couldn't help but just feel horrible for her in the current state she sat in. Dreadful, in tears, crying about in such a depressive way. Somehow, he wished to hold her, console her, express to her that everything would eventually be fine. Now was not a good time for questioning, perhaps he could schedule another appointment with her soon and see to it that she got some rest and had time to take in all this information. To lose a loved one, someone she held dear and close to her above anyone else, he knew that feeling. To have someone torn and ripped from the clutches of your own hands, to have them taken away much too early in life his mother had too met a similar fate. So as he spoke with Alice, had this confrontation with her, assuring her that everything was fine was practically impossible at this rate. Nothing was fine. Nothing was okay. She had every right to cry her eyes out, every right to be distraught and upset and downright angry at the world. For reasons, Bigby felt responsible for all of this. For the tears that seemingly left her beautiful blue eyes, to the makeup that ran down her very face. This tragedy would not go unsolved, not without him around. Determination gripped his very soul, wrapping around it and causing it to leap forward. His focus was needed at its very best right now. There were so many questions that escaped his confused mind. The caterpillar? What did he have her do exactly? The occupation that Alice held, what was that as well, and why? There were so many questions filtering through his mind, some going into useless folders in his brain but the important ones would soon stay. There wasn't a reason for him to overload her with questions, seeing as he wished to stop as soon as humanly possible. It was hard enough trying to crumble around the very scent of Alice, trying to force himself to try and think outside the box rather than in, or perhaps inside was best? This was getting a little too confusing. There wasn't a reason for a normal human being to have done such a thing. With the way the Hatter had been killed, with the way his body had been demolished in such fashions made it reasonable to understand that he had in fact been murdered by a Fable. The magic presence that lifted upon and around his body held that evidence, but what was it and who'd of done it? The results were still coming in and being calculated and observed. Sooner or later they'd arrive but hopefully not after too long. Whatever had done this and whomever took that item there, the wolf hoped there was a way to figure out who'd caused such grief to such a young woman. As many questions floated around in Bigby's head he'd watch Alice look up from behind the very fear that stunned her. Sympathy and empathy were both felt strongly for such a sweet daring girl whose heart had been broken by the act of another's death. It was sad, depressing and somewhat corrupt. Someone, somewhere was receiving satisfaction out of doing this. Perhaps the Hatter was involved in much more than just Alice and the Caterpillar. There must've been a thousand times more details to such a story, wasn't there? Bigby never once thought that whoever could've done it may or may not be before his very eyes, or under his all too sensitive nose. Just a few more questions Alice... and then we'll be done for today. What sort of man is the Caterpillar and what do you do for him? You've gotta have some kinda place to stay right? Do you live with the Caterpillar too? His concern had simple rose and fallen from the interest of her relationships to where she lived all the more. Had Alice in fact lived in such a run down area? It was unfortunate that not all Fables had the ability to live in such high end places. Those who were once rich had at least a half-decent place unless they were found under bad terms and rather darker forces that had a grip on society as a whole. Bluebeard for one had Bigby continuously curious as to his whereabouts and occupation status truly lay. The man was corrupt and he knew it, it was just a matter of proving such things eventually. But people like Alice, she must've had the inability to live in a comfortable home. Perhaps it wasn't just her home that caused discomfort in his eyes, but the fact that maybe Alice wasn't alone in all of this. Maybe the individual whose sickness ran deep within the current case had a whole other idea? Perhaps they were attempting to draw Alice out? This continued to bug the wolf even more. His true worry for Alice was growing by the seconds as they ticked on by. Imagining the screams of such a blonde girl in the mist of the evening hours had him bewildered and beyond depressed. Oh god... No, that was not what he wanted. Do you have anywhere else to stay other than your current location?