[The pen has his focus, twirling one way and then another. This Percy Jackson isn't entirely different from the Percy who arrived, after all. This Percy is just as willing to help and fight for the underdog, work in a team to keep people safe, solve mysteries, solve murders, do what's right and just. Be loyal. But this Percy is also a little more smeared around the edges, the darker parts of his personality brought to life without someone to keep him in check, and with threats over his head. Playing the game isn't wrong if it gets the right ending results. It's how he can justify it. But he has no idea Hannibal's assessing him, and so he gives him a curious look in response.]
Yes. Will and I spoke a lot, actually. [And for the first time in this conversation, a protective sort of edge appears. It's not directly related at Hannibal, but rather it's his own feelings for Will popping up.] It's okay, Dr. Lecter. I already told Will I wouldn't tell anyone else. [A beat.] Please don't hurt him. He just wanted me to understand everything.
[He doesn't understand a lot of it, but he knows a little more than he did weeks before. He believes Will's stories, especially since Hannibal now makes no moves to deny what he is. This, Percy thinks, is the true form of the beast and for a brief moment he wonders if he's playing with fire. But he remains as steadfast as he always has, smirking a bit at the allusion.] ...I understand what that's like, I think. Seeing things in people and other people not believing me. The Mist is really good that way. It can blind people from what's right in front of them no matter what other people say. Will is...complicated, I think. He gets overwhelmed by people. It's why I haven't seen him since Monday. I didn't want to hurt him either.
[So there you go. There's actual fondness there.] Secrets are acceptable so long as I can prepare my troops as best as I can. That said, I will have to let them know that you know now. What they decide to do from there even under my guidance...[He pauses. He's afraid, finally, though not for himself. He's afraid for the people he's come to care greatly for. He promised Will he'd keep things a secret. He knows spilling Hannibal's secrets could also cost them their lives. But if he could take the diplomatic approach with them, too...Greece and Rome. It's just like that, just like bringing the two camps together. He's done this before. He can do it again.
...he bows his head then, the pen stilling as his eyes draw to his lap.]
I'm not accepting any other choice. I have to either win, or get the right person to win so that I can have her back. [And then, quickly:] Everyone deserves to come back, Dr. Lecter. Even the people who asked to die. So...it's why I'm here.
[Hm...] Does it bother you that I'm here talking to you about this?
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Yes. Will and I spoke a lot, actually. [And for the first time in this conversation, a protective sort of edge appears. It's not directly related at Hannibal, but rather it's his own feelings for Will popping up.] It's okay, Dr. Lecter. I already told Will I wouldn't tell anyone else. [A beat.] Please don't hurt him. He just wanted me to understand everything.
[He doesn't understand a lot of it, but he knows a little more than he did weeks before. He believes Will's stories, especially since Hannibal now makes no moves to deny what he is. This, Percy thinks, is the true form of the beast and for a brief moment he wonders if he's playing with fire. But he remains as steadfast as he always has, smirking a bit at the allusion.] ...I understand what that's like, I think. Seeing things in people and other people not believing me. The Mist is really good that way. It can blind people from what's right in front of them no matter what other people say. Will is...complicated, I think. He gets overwhelmed by people. It's why I haven't seen him since Monday. I didn't want to hurt him either.
[So there you go. There's actual fondness there.] Secrets are acceptable so long as I can prepare my troops as best as I can. That said, I will have to let them know that you know now. What they decide to do from there even under my guidance...[He pauses. He's afraid, finally, though not for himself. He's afraid for the people he's come to care greatly for. He promised Will he'd keep things a secret. He knows spilling Hannibal's secrets could also cost them their lives. But if he could take the diplomatic approach with them, too...Greece and Rome. It's just like that, just like bringing the two camps together. He's done this before. He can do it again.
...he bows his head then, the pen stilling as his eyes draw to his lap.]
I'm not accepting any other choice. I have to either win, or get the right person to win so that I can have her back. [And then, quickly:] Everyone deserves to come back, Dr. Lecter. Even the people who asked to die. So...it's why I'm here.
[Hm...] Does it bother you that I'm here talking to you about this?