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[versusnurture]

Whoever's out there: I want to talk to you.

[And she does mean everyone. People she loved, people she hated, people who were meaningless to her, people whose names she never knew but who knew hers, the dead (by her hands or Garret's or Hannibal's - whoever is out there.]

[She's starved for information.]

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[youwill]

[He is enjoying, immensely enjoying watching him talk to her. Watching what they do. But what is most satisfying, what makes him feel light and content and utterly at ease is to see where Will is.

The Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

Which means everything went as planned. It worked. A near death experience may have put him here, for the time being, but the world believes that Will Graham is mad. And he has the opportunity now to sketch patterns through that madness.]

Will.

[He is so painfully pleased to see his friend again.]

[designates]

[ it figures that even in the sanctity of his dreams, Hannibal violates his space and shatters his illusions of a peaceful sleep. that after the beads of sweat Abigail and her friends wrenched from his tired body, Hannibal would be the one to dehydrate him, the one to make him go into shock. the one to send him into a panic attack. the grinning face of the Cheshire cat to help him lose his way amidst his nightmares.

but enough with the metaphors. it's not the first time he's seen him here, like this. it won't be the last. Will offers him his usual deadeye stare and expressionless lips, betraying nothing except in the twitch of muscles at the edge of his jaw when he clenches it. ]

Dr. Lecter.

[ his tone is dead, and this is routine. almost comfortable. it always follows with the same nightmare fuel, and even if it doesn't, his voice alone is enough to ruin all closure he's sought with Abigail. which in a way, makes this worse than the dreams of his own intestines spun like thread around Hannibal's fingertips. and allows him a single, mistaken moment of vulnerability: ]

I don't want to do this. Not tonight. [ go away. he regrets it the instant he's said it. but he knows he can't take it back. ]

[youwill]

[There are no bone walls in Will Graham's mind high enough to keep Hannibal out. He is pervasive, he has inserted himself into the crevices of Will's brain and invaded his thoughts and he does not intend to extricate himself.

He hears it in the phrase, in the words themselves, with such noise and such clarity that it's like reading a book. His smile does not widen, but internally, he is grinning.

Will thinks he is dreaming all of this.]

I'm afraid procrastinating won't help either of us. Why do you want me to leave? [As if he doesn't know, but it's not the reason itself he's interested in, it's the way Will words things, the way he can twist those words into something useful.]