[At least give him another week of being here and constantly being reminded that he might very well be having a psychotic break. He'll be better at dealing with it after that, he swears. :<
His brow furrows, mostly because he's not used to people telling him to try outright rewriting the rule book. He's used to rules and procedure. He's not bound by them, but he's used to them, and he's used to being directed and told what to do by Hotch.
But wait.
Waaaaaiiiiit.
He raises up his hands a little, an unfinished gesture, and his eyes fix somewhere past Albert. Hear that? That's the sound of his giant brain making a breakthrough.] These aren't the same rules...
[Of course. Of course. Why didn't he see it before? Here he was, stuck with the notion that he had to do the same thing that he did at home, that he had to fight using guns and profiling and procedure, when they all have animals that can do the impossible, not just the bad guys. Who said that they have to stick to 'Pokemon battles'? Or to practical uses in medicine? Who said that they couldn't just get a Pokemon with vines and apprehend an unsub using those? Or freeze them in a block of ice and push them into a police station? Who said that Yang can only protect from wild an--of course. Of course of course it was so obvious]
Thank you.
[When the rules of cards change, you don't keep trying to play by the old ones. You play by the new ones, and then you learn how to game the system. He needs to stop dwelling on what's impossible where he comes from, and start dwelling on what he can use here.]
That was exactly what I needed to hear. Could you give me a second? [And without waiting for an answer, he pulls a notebook and a pencil from his backpack, and his hand starts flying across the pages, scribbling furiously. Possibilities, impossibilities, they're all different, but he's listing them all and he's going to go through one by one and see how they can twist them in their favor should they need to.]
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His brow furrows, mostly because he's not used to people telling him to try outright rewriting the rule book. He's used to rules and procedure. He's not bound by them, but he's used to them, and he's used to being directed and told what to do by Hotch.
But wait.
Waaaaaiiiiit.
He raises up his hands a little, an unfinished gesture, and his eyes fix somewhere past Albert. Hear that? That's the sound of his giant brain making a breakthrough.] These aren't the same rules...
[Of course. Of course. Why didn't he see it before? Here he was, stuck with the notion that he had to do the same thing that he did at home, that he had to fight using guns and profiling and procedure, when they all have animals that can do the impossible, not just the bad guys. Who said that they have to stick to 'Pokemon battles'? Or to practical uses in medicine? Who said that they couldn't just get a Pokemon with vines and apprehend an unsub using those? Or freeze them in a block of ice and push them into a police station? Who said that Yang can only protect from wild an--of course. Of course of course it was so obvious]
Thank you.
[When the rules of cards change, you don't keep trying to play by the old ones. You play by the new ones, and then you learn how to game the system. He needs to stop dwelling on what's impossible where he comes from, and start dwelling on what he can use here.]
That was exactly what I needed to hear. Could you give me a second? [And without waiting for an answer, he pulls a notebook and a pencil from his backpack, and his hand starts flying across the pages, scribbling furiously. Possibilities, impossibilities, they're all different, but he's listing them all and he's going to go through one by one and see how they can twist them in their favor should they need to.]