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[cook_the_rude]

"Going my way?"

Hannibal had turned the car around, opened the door and dropped the body of their police escort as he'd never drop that much litter. He still wore his grey uniform from the State Hospital, but his smile was utterly free.

The car smelled of gunshots and blood, but it would do.

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[feed_the_lost]

Will closes his eyes and tries not to feel Abigail at his side, or hear her voice.

"If everything that can happen happens, you can't really do the wrong thing. You're just doing what you're supposed to do."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal is making noises that involve wood and glass, as if to let Will know where he is.

Abigail's presence is slight and ephemeral, like her silken scarf.

[feed_the_lost]

Will sniffs and lets her ghost go, like a waft of perfume on the air.

[cook_the_rude]

as Hannibal's steps return, with the clink of glasses an a bottle.