["What if no one had died? What if we'd all left together, like we were supposed to do?"
Will hears what's being said, and for the first time he can really feel that temptation. Deep and dark and desperate. That... hollowness and numbness when he'd stared through blood loss and wavering consciousness and seen Abigail's eyes staring back. Blank and dead.
"You'd said you just interpret the evidence. So interpret the evidence."
Staring at slices of Beverley, cut and displayed like slides under a microscope. Like the slides she examined every day. A reminder that she was no more important than the corpses she examined, and could just as easily take their place if someone -- if Hannibal -- chose to put her there.
There were a lot of people who died because he'd... known them. Will'd been dragged into Hannibal's mechanisms and had in turn dragged the few people who had reached out and trusted him down with him. At great cost.
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Will hears what's being said, and for the first time he can really feel that temptation. Deep and dark and desperate. That... hollowness and numbness when he'd stared through blood loss and wavering consciousness and seen Abigail's eyes staring back. Blank and dead.
"You'd said you just interpret the evidence. So interpret the evidence."
Staring at slices of Beverley, cut and displayed like slides under a microscope. Like the slides she examined every day. A reminder that she was no more important than the corpses she examined, and could just as easily take their place if someone -- if Hannibal -- chose to put her there.
There were a lot of people who died because he'd... known them. Will'd been dragged into Hannibal's mechanisms and had in turn dragged the few people who had reached out and trusted him down with him. At great cost.
He actually looks a little shaken.]