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

[hydrokinetics]

[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?

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[sating]

[ 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.

[hydrokinetics]

[Thank you, Dr. Dad, that's pretty awesome. Percy's state of mind (for now) is a little more stabilized, and for a moment he looks okay. Having a purpose will help immensely. However, Hannibal continues and he smiles a little more, tired yet amused all the same.]

I have , too. But that's exactly why I have to be this way. We train for stuff like this. [For the sake of man, he has to protect what he can. He's hoping it might be left at that, but he also doesn't seem to mind this conversation.] Thanks though, I guess.