[He's still uneasy about it, knowing what Will's told him about Hannibal. Almost subconsciously a hand passes over his stomach, fingers tracing out a pattern of a scar on someone else's body. He doesn't look away though. He can't. He has to face this as head-on as ever.]
That's fair enough. Will knows everything about everyone, and I guess that's why I don't mind him knowing everything about me. [Or nearly everything, it seems. He understands how messed up the relationship between Hannibal and Will is, and while there's injustice to it, abuse in places he doesn't know how to handle, he knows that somehow it's a delicate balance. It's not the same true love that he thought it was upon meeting the pair of them. It's something darker and more cynical that sits uncomfortably in his chest. But...Will keeps Hannibal at bay. And Will's been broken down enough to be okay with it. There isn't much Percy can do but watch from the sidelines.] I respect and trust him, too. Will's...more upfront than a lot of people I know. It's something you come to appreciate after a while.
[He shouldn't be weirdly flattered by this, but he's weirdly flattered by this. The pen in his hand spins again.] I don't think telling them you're a serial killer is a great idea since it'd just be more reason for them to attack without a plan. That's how the Greek army fights, but I need them to think the Roman way to keep them alive. [What.] So...I think that's wise, too. The game here is what's most important. All that I ask in return is that should any of them come to you, you don't tell them what we talked about, too. [A short, humorless smile.] Call it doctor-patient confidentiality.
[There's a sigh then. It's just a conversation. He doesn't mind talking even if not acting makes him nervous again, but not enough to be too incredibly antsy.] Considering the circumstances, Dr. Lecter, in order for me to attack in rage or be disgusted I'd have to do the same to myself. It doesn't matter if my kills were part of a job or because Hal forced me into it. I still could have said no. [But he didn't. He didn't because he knew what was at stake.] I don't like it. I don't usually approve of murdering innocent people? But they'll come back. I'll make sure of it. [A short nod. Yeah. Yeah, they'll be back. But, he perks up just a little.]
I think I'd just...like to know the explanation behind the stocks. Hal told us you have the option to jail people to protect them instead. I'm guessing putting them in the stocks was more for entertainment value for yourself and for Hal's employers. [He sucks in another breath.] But why her?
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That's fair enough. Will knows everything about everyone, and I guess that's why I don't mind him knowing everything about me. [Or nearly everything, it seems. He understands how messed up the relationship between Hannibal and Will is, and while there's injustice to it, abuse in places he doesn't know how to handle, he knows that somehow it's a delicate balance. It's not the same true love that he thought it was upon meeting the pair of them. It's something darker and more cynical that sits uncomfortably in his chest. But...Will keeps Hannibal at bay. And Will's been broken down enough to be okay with it. There isn't much Percy can do but watch from the sidelines.] I respect and trust him, too. Will's...more upfront than a lot of people I know. It's something you come to appreciate after a while.
[He shouldn't be weirdly flattered by this, but he's weirdly flattered by this. The pen in his hand spins again.] I don't think telling them you're a serial killer is a great idea since it'd just be more reason for them to attack without a plan. That's how the Greek army fights, but I need them to think the Roman way to keep them alive. [What.] So...I think that's wise, too. The game here is what's most important. All that I ask in return is that should any of them come to you, you don't tell them what we talked about, too. [A short, humorless smile.] Call it doctor-patient confidentiality.
[There's a sigh then. It's just a conversation. He doesn't mind talking even if not acting makes him nervous again, but not enough to be too incredibly antsy.] Considering the circumstances, Dr. Lecter, in order for me to attack in rage or be disgusted I'd have to do the same to myself. It doesn't matter if my kills were part of a job or because Hal forced me into it. I still could have said no. [But he didn't. He didn't because he knew what was at stake.] I don't like it. I don't usually approve of murdering innocent people? But they'll come back. I'll make sure of it. [A short nod. Yeah. Yeah, they'll be back. But, he perks up just a little.]
I think I'd just...like to know the explanation behind the stocks. Hal told us you have the option to jail people to protect them instead. I'm guessing putting them in the stocks was more for entertainment value for yourself and for Hal's employers. [He sucks in another breath.] But why her?