[Hannibal is a mess. It's not entirely visible from the outside, he has found the time to breathe, to think, to file all his angers, all his furies, in the way he would have at home. He places mental business cards in a mental rotary, tucks it away in the drawer of an elegant desk in his newly restored memory palace.
It vanished on him, and knowing that still makes his heart stutter in a way that violence and murder never have.
Not never. Just not for a very long time.
It's some time before he sees this video, lost as it was in the sea of something other that he has been living. When he does spot it, he is momentarily adrift. Alive, not alive, alive. He swallows hard, and does not go to her. It's difficult to resist, but it's important.]
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It vanished on him, and knowing that still makes his heart stutter in a way that violence and murder never have.
Not never. Just not for a very long time.
It's some time before he sees this video, lost as it was in the sea of something other that he has been living. When he does spot it, he is momentarily adrift. Alive, not alive, alive. He swallows hard, and does not go to her. It's difficult to resist, but it's important.]
Abigail.
[He is very nearly emotional. He is concerned.]