[In the beginning, Will can be found wandering the hallway... he would definitely appreciate the food if he wasn't reeling a little from his second shock awakening due to powerful memory like dreams of things he doesn't remember, but feel too... true to not have happened. He's found himself touching his face periodically, as he expects it to be missing. Cut, and taken from him.
"When it comes to you and me, there can be no decisive victory."
The... cold realisation that he could no more kill Hannibal than Hannibal could him anymore. There would be revenge for what had happened, for what he did to Abigail, to Beverley. For leaving him bleeding out onto the floor praying to Gods he didn't believe in that someone anyone would save Abigail, Alana. Not revenge that Will would get to taste, and see. So he done what he could do - wrapped fingers around puppet strings and played Hannibal the same way Hannibal had done to him when he knew nothing of the man behind the curtain. Had played Hannibal straight into the arms of Jack Crawford and the bars he'd evaded for so long.
Hannibal had been in prison, if this was a memory, not a dream. Which meant that there was somewhere for Will to break him out of, eventually. Somewhere down the line, like his profile had accused him of.
Eventually he makes his way to the new floor, and after a look around at all the new things to be found, he settles in the license plate factory. He doesn't do much, for a moment. Just taps out random numbers and phrases until eventually one that means something clatters to the ground in front of him: B-1327-1. He picks it up and looks at it with an unimpressed curl of his lip.
Finally, he's back in Cell 6. He does have a purpose for being here now: he's waiting for Mako. It's been a while since he spoke one-on-on with him, and he's interested to see if any of that plan to talk with Price had come to anything.]
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"When it comes to you and me, there can be no decisive victory."
The... cold realisation that he could no more kill Hannibal than Hannibal could him anymore. There would be revenge for what had happened, for what he did to Abigail, to Beverley. For leaving him bleeding out onto the floor praying to Gods he didn't believe in that someone anyone would save Abigail, Alana. Not revenge that Will would get to taste, and see. So he done what he could do - wrapped fingers around puppet strings and played Hannibal the same way Hannibal had done to him when he knew nothing of the man behind the curtain. Had played Hannibal straight into the arms of Jack Crawford and the bars he'd evaded for so long.
Hannibal had been in prison, if this was a memory, not a dream. Which meant that there was somewhere for Will to break him out of, eventually. Somewhere down the line, like his profile had accused him of.
Eventually he makes his way to the new floor, and after a look around at all the new things to be found, he settles in the license plate factory. He doesn't do much, for a moment. Just taps out random numbers and phrases until eventually one that means something clatters to the ground in front of him: B-1327-1. He picks it up and looks at it with an unimpressed curl of his lip.
Finally, he's back in Cell 6. He does have a purpose for being here now: he's waiting for Mako. It's been a while since he spoke one-on-on with him, and he's interested to see if any of that plan to talk with Price had come to anything.]