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Re: Morning of the 9th

[stricken_achilles]

Astonishingly enough, Hannibal's gaze drops down to look at his coffee when the expected accusation comes. He takes a long, deliberate sip, and wishes Malcolm didn't have to put it like that.

"Yes, I have been made extremely aware of the depth and severity of the damage my actions have done," he replies, frowning at his innocent drink. The expression disappears quickly, replaced with more curiosity. "Your fascination has its own origin point, does it not? Learning of your father's ill deeds, and being subject to them yourself."

Re: Morning of the 9th

[abrightboy]

"Anyone's fascination with anything has an origin point," Malcolm tells him reasonably. "My dad only tried to kill me twice. You know. For his own good," he adds flatly.

Re: Morning of the 9th

[stricken_achilles]

"'Only," Hannibal repeats, then takes another bite. Instead of savoring it, he looks thoughtful.

"You wanted to understand him, then? Enough so you could catch people like him. But you are also terrified of being like him, which is where you and Will first found common ground."

Re: Morning of the 9th

[abrightboy]

Malcolm takes another tiny bite, though it’s his usual size of bite.

“Correct. But we tested whether I could choose the path he chose from the point that he began to walk on it and I couldn’t.”

Re: Morning of the 9th

[stricken_achilles]

Hannibal pauses for a moment, turning to face Malcolm slightly more on his stool. His expression (as always) is hard to read, but seems to be a mixture of confusion, concern, and deep interest.

"You...recreated the Hobbs case? I assume Will played the role of Garrett Jacob Hobbs for you."

Re: Morning of the 9th

[abrightboy]

"It wasn't so much 'playing' the role as letting Hobbs emerge," Malcolm tells him. "But I think you know." An assessing pause back at him and his eyes narrow slightly. "Yeah. I think you know about that." He turns his attention back to his plate, shaving off another tiny bite with the side of his fork. "That's why you worked so hard to make sure you'd get in there, too."

Re: Morning of the 9th

[stricken_achilles]

Hannibal watches Malcolm's face. His own is blank, now that he seems to have wrestled his own mild display of emotions back under his control.

He hums and then looks away, back to his plate. "I understand if you find it hard to believe, but initially he was not supposed to know me. Not truly. However, even with his health deteriorating, he found me. He pierced through every layer of obfuscation I had."

Hannibal licks his lips and takes another perfectly-sized bite. Only after consuming it does he ask, "How did he fare, after that role-playing exercise was finished?" He is doing his best to come off as nonchalant about the question, but there's a seed of worry in it.

Re: Morning of the 9th

[abrightboy]

“He did okay. Because I helped him. Also… I think what I did surprised him enough that Will had to come back to talk about it.”

He looks over at Hannibal.

“He’s the only one, isn’t he? The only one that has… really seen you.”

Re: Morning of the 9th

[stricken_achilles]

"Others have seen glimpses, but very few. They turned away at the sight. Even when trying to murder me, Will has never done so." His voice warms as he speaks. It's clear that means a lot to him.

"What was it you ended up doing, that surprised Will so?"

Re: Morning of the 9th

[abrightboy]

"I disarmed him. And arrested him. And saved his daughter too," Malcolm tells him. He takes another tiny bite of omelette. "I hunted serial killers for the FBI for ten years. My solve rate was over eighty percent compared to a Bureau average in the sixties. And I never discharged my firearm at a suspect. Not once. ...I did get thrown down some concrete stairs and cattleprodded a little bit. But that comes with the territory," he admits gamely.