[Killed Alana. He doesn't react yet, stills himself completely instead. Alana is dead.
He wonders - he wonders. What Will turned his back on. Why. How far it goes - did they abort their mutual understanding of honesty? Trust? Hannibal rests his weight on his elbow, lifts his hand and rubs his thumb against his forefinger, almost snapping.]
Yes.
[His voice is distant in his own ears. Distant, but steady. Calm. He needs to know.]
Tell me all you remember.
[He wonders if Alana will return. Will she hear this story, too?]
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He wonders - he wonders. What Will turned his back on. Why. How far it goes - did they abort their mutual understanding of honesty? Trust? Hannibal rests his weight on his elbow, lifts his hand and rubs his thumb against his forefinger, almost snapping.]
Yes.
[His voice is distant in his own ears. Distant, but steady. Calm. He needs to know.]
Tell me all you remember.
[He wonders if Alana will return. Will she hear this story, too?]