[Hannibal could tell that Will was not merely trapped in the delusion of the cells. While Hannibal found solace in the hushed, reverent silence of a chapel, Will was a different creature. And Hannibal knew exactly where he was.
Hannibal knelt next to Will, and bent over him, settling a hand on his head, his lips close to Will's ear.]
What are you fishing for, Will? Trout? Salmon? What lure have you tied to your line?
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Hannibal knelt next to Will, and bent over him, settling a hand on his head, his lips close to Will's ear.]
What are you fishing for, Will? Trout? Salmon? What lure have you tied to your line?