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[week three - monday]
[ That sure was a thing that happened outside the hotel this morning.
Xion had found herself staring at the corpses - until they got cut down, at the very least - for probably an unhealthy amount of time. Just watching as they swayed in the wind, macabre decorations to suit all their moods.
If death hadn't already been weighing heavily on her thoughts, this certainly would have put her in the right frame of mind.
It's still fairly early in the day when she goes to track down Dr. Lecter. She's starting to get used to his patterns, seeking him out not infrequently, so she has a good idea of where she'll find him. When she finds him, she doesn't really waste time, instead being quite direct: ]
Are you free?
[ This is more for the benefit of anyone who might overhear. He'll likely understand she's really asking to have one of their "sessions." ]
Xion had found herself staring at the corpses - until they got cut down, at the very least - for probably an unhealthy amount of time. Just watching as they swayed in the wind, macabre decorations to suit all their moods.
If death hadn't already been weighing heavily on her thoughts, this certainly would have put her in the right frame of mind.
It's still fairly early in the day when she goes to track down Dr. Lecter. She's starting to get used to his patterns, seeking him out not infrequently, so she has a good idea of where she'll find him. When she finds him, she doesn't really waste time, instead being quite direct: ]
Are you free?
[ This is more for the benefit of anyone who might overhear. He'll likely understand she's really asking to have one of their "sessions." ]
no subject
[ Rather than pause to consider his words thoughtfully and carefully as he often seems to, there's an easy, definite certainty to how he confirms her own wishes. What she is doesn't particularly matter to him, after all. It may be beyond his experience in terms of technicalities, but for who he's speaking to, it's wholly familiar. Xion may not see herself as such, but to Hannibal, she's easily human enough in how she thinks, and this is what matters to him.
Though it does strike him as almost funny, in a way.
Their circumstances couldn't be more different, but in terms of the emotions that come with them, he can't help but draw a comparison to Abigail. Abigail helped her father kill girls exactly like herself so that she could live. Xion, on the other hand, stands on the precipice of that sort of decision, though he doubts she realizes it. Not fully. Returning to the life she had clearly means losing choice, and she says as much. But to take a chance to grasp at a life of her own... It will be a life gained through blood. Here, it must be. ]
If it has not mattered, then to me, this seems like your chance to make it matter. You have walked through the valley, and you have emerged on the other side. You have made your sacrifice once. You do not need to make it again.
[ This time, Hannibal pauses. He considers her, and though his expression is sympathetic, he's really more just interested to see her response. ]
—And if nothing else, I believe this: you are a survivor. I will never begrudge people doing what they must to cling to life. There is nothing more precious than that.