(HANNIBAL) I let you in. I let you know me. I let you see me.
(WILL) You wanted to be seen.
(HANNIBAL) By you. A rare gift I've given you. But you didn't want it.
(WILL) β¦ Didn't I?
Will is watching Hannibal closely, much like a predator would watch prey moving about along the bed of a forest. Heβs in a mood tonight β he canβt help it.
βToday, you insinuated I am always a brat. Youβve earned this.β
A slow smile, something *close to amusement twinkling in his eyes but not quite.
Bloodlust? More than likely.
βAre we speaking of today, or in general? They have different answers.β
I never said the stabbing would kill you. Think of it as the foreplay of your death. You are not the only one who knows where to stab to avoid fatalities, doctor.
I suppose you intent to maim rather than kill. You did say you would kill me with your hands, of course. I wonder, will stabbing me feel as intimate? It is said to be a replacement for penetration in some killers.
There is a note tucked into the screen of @iostempath's screen door. When it was left is anyone's guess, but it's there now, neatly folded and addressed to Will in Hannibal's neat calligraphy.