In truth, Hannibal found Will's thrill at the idea of killing him with his hands interesting. Intriguing. Arousing, even. He had of course contemplated his friend's demise with no less pleasure. However, he has no inclination to kill Will now. His compassion for the man is, at the very least, inconvenient. Anyone else would indeed be incapacitated and meticulously dismembered, bit by bit, drawn out so they may experience the agony in full. And perhaps that is the prudent thing to do, especially since Will's betrayal was so much more profound than anyone else could have achieved. But he doesn't want to kill Will. He wants to leave this place, this life, with Will at his side. He wants to bring him to Palermo, show him the chapel that exists in his mind palace; bring him to Florence, in many ways his birthplace.
Even now, even with what he knows, with what Will has done, he wants to know and be known. He wants to watch Will evolve, emerge. He wants to change his friend, and even be changed by him. As he already has been, in profound ways that even he does not fully understand.
"Of course," he answers as he cuts another piece of meat. He glances up at Will and meets his gaze with warm eyes. "I would not wish for your dogs to starve before Dr. Bloom can care for them. Nor would I wish for you to not have the opportunity to wish them farewell."
It might be strange to an outsider why Hannibal wants Will to have the opportunity to say goodbye to his dogs yet not to the people in his life. Such a person likely has never met Will Graham.
Hannibal puts the bite of meat in his mouth, chews it slowly, savoring it, then swallows. He reaches for his wine and takes a sip, then sets the glass down again, his eyes on it.
"Tell me, Will...if you were to confess to Jack, would he forgive you?"
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Date: 2016-01-31 07:33 am (UTC)Even now, even with what he knows, with what Will has done, he wants to know and be known. He wants to watch Will evolve, emerge. He wants to change his friend, and even be changed by him. As he already has been, in profound ways that even he does not fully understand.
"Of course," he answers as he cuts another piece of meat. He glances up at Will and meets his gaze with warm eyes. "I would not wish for your dogs to starve before Dr. Bloom can care for them. Nor would I wish for you to not have the opportunity to wish them farewell."
It might be strange to an outsider why Hannibal wants Will to have the opportunity to say goodbye to his dogs yet not to the people in his life. Such a person likely has never met Will Graham.
Hannibal puts the bite of meat in his mouth, chews it slowly, savoring it, then swallows. He reaches for his wine and takes a sip, then sets the glass down again, his eyes on it.
"Tell me, Will...if you were to confess to Jack, would he forgive you?"