[ The river was starting to grow dark at the edges, the sun on the water the only light Will could see as the dank, darkness of the cell block started to take over. He meant what he said about staying. Forget escape, let Miller and his static people finish them off as part of a failed experiment.
But Hannibal continues, offering up a suggestion that touches on Will's need for the idea of hope.
The river falls away completely, the rod disappearing from his hand as he turns towards his lover, both in his mind and also in the reality that Hannibal inhabits. His eyes are still glazed but there is deliberate focus in them. ]
Do you genuinely believe that?
[ He wasn't calling his friend a liar, rather approaching with cautious hope. ]
cw: suicidal ideation
But Hannibal continues, offering up a suggestion that touches on Will's need for the idea of hope.
The river falls away completely, the rod disappearing from his hand as he turns towards his lover, both in his mind and also in the reality that Hannibal inhabits. His eyes are still glazed but there is deliberate focus in them. ]
Do you genuinely believe that?
[ He wasn't calling his friend a liar, rather approaching with cautious hope. ]