hydrokinetics: (I am a man of many hats)
dumb fish child ([personal profile] hydrokinetics) wrote2017-02-04 08:39 pm

The world could show nothing to me, so what good would living do me [W3, Saturday, Post-Trial]

[By the time Hannibal makes his way back to the hotel it may be fairly late. Percy hasn't gone inside but he's relatively quiet as he cradles Mrs. O'Leary in his lap and leans back against one of the support beams. Upon closer notice, one may find that his knuckles are battered and bruised, split and splintered and bleeding but he doesn't care. His eyes are red and puffy and the circles under them are prominent.

And yet he's as alert as ever. He hears footsteps and his hand immediately moves for the dagger on his hip. He only stops when he recognizes the approaching figure.]


Dr. Lecter. [It's a quiet voice, though clearly curious.] Isn't it late for you to be out here?
sating: (Beef Wellington University)

[personal profile] sating 2017-02-06 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
As am I.

[ To say the least. It's not every day you get in a wacky serial killer fight, but, hey. Things happen.

He nods as Percy explains his own thoughts, since Hannibal agrees. Since the first time someone had died, he had worried about the very thing Percy explains. It feels like an inevitability that people would become desperate to live, because that's human nature. Hannibal knows that far better thn most people, considering his "hobby." Though that's at least neither here nor there.

Though of course, before he gets to those kinds of practical matters that last part of what Percy says surprises him. Hannibal's eyes widen in surprise, and he's briefly stunned into a silence, but it turns to a slightly wry smile. ]


Saving the world— That's quite the burden for someone so young.

[ He doesn't sound disbelieving, though. He's already accepted plenty of strange stories, so he can accept another one just as easily. Though each time he hears one, he does feel a bit more "normal," and that's almost comical. ]

But it gives me more confidence that my help would be put in the right place. I was thinking of selflessness in terms of having another person to support... Having far more than that is comforting, odd as that is to say.
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[personal profile] sating 2017-02-06 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a moment where Hannibal actually looks genuinely quite surprised by the sentiment, though it quickly and easily shifts to one of looking quite touched instead. It strikes him as almost naive, admittedly. The sort of genuine, earnest help that Percy offers, but that doesn't mean he looks down on it. Quite the opposite, actually. It makes him feel a bit old in a wry way, since that kind of sentiment is something you lose as you grow older, he thinks.

His usual, calm eloquence is briefly interrupted as a result, and he seems at a loss of what to say, if only for a moment. But he nods, and it's with a smile. ]


Of course, Percy. I will always help, so long as you ask.

[ That seems important to convey first. ]

And thank you. So long as what the Sheriff told us is true... I agree. We can make this work. It's my sincere hope that Annabeth and all of those lost can be returned.
sating: (no because god supports everything amen)

[personal profile] sating 2017-02-07 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ The smile is returned with one of Hannibal's own, and he dips his head again in an easy nod, this time less surprised. He still does seem impressed with Percy, though, and he doesn't bother to hide that. ]

I will. We will.

[ He's at least personally feeling a bit better about Percy's state of mind, and he hopes that it's the same for Percy. Perhaps having a purpose will help him. It so often does in the face of trauma and loss, so... He sees this is a good thing. An opportunity for him. It's that thought that also gets him to add a soft, but genuine: ]

You are quite a brave person, by the way. I've seen older, wiser men buckle underneath such things.