[ Will just nods in agreement and wishes he felt that pressing need for survival anymore. It's not that he doesn't -- on the whole, he'd prefer to live, but he made his peace with dying when he took Hannibal and himself over the cliff. He is a new Will Graham and if that Will Graham is living or dead is irrelevant -- he's not even sure if he deserves the rebirth.

(He thinks of Molly, who wanted peace and got something else entirely. She is his biggest regret.) ]

So, you keep it a secret. You do the dirty work they won't do in order to get the right outcome. It's not a bad thing, Percy. Not really. Your endgame is good.

[ There's a twist there in what Percy just said and what Percy says now and Will isn't malicious as he looks at Percy with curiosity. His words are flat and could be barbed but he really just wonders the why's to go with Percy's what. He wonders if he should be surprised by Percy's status but Percy hasn't even hidden it and just says it with frankness. This isn't the first time. Will doesn't bother to speak in metaphor here. ]

Are you bound to be heroes or are you bred to kill, Percy? Seems like a contradiction.

[ He takes another piece of fruit in his mouth and doesn't feel ashamed by Percy reading his poem, of seeing how Hannibal bares himself for Will. It is private but there's the nasty need to see that has Will using it as a weapon against Hannibal. He's sure Hannibal would only feel love for Will in response. He wonders if Hannibal will feel anything but again, if Hannibal will ever leave him again. He does not think so. ]

When Hannibal and I were separated, he sent me letters. I... never knew how to respond -- still don't, really, but it kept him in my mind. Kept his image clear and present to me, so I could never forget him. It was his letters that brought us back together.

[ He shrugs and gives a small wry smile, down to his fruit bowl. ]

You should write to her. It'll make you feel better.