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"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹'𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗬/𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁," Hannibal said to Jack, who was sitting next to him in Hannibal's living room. Sitting in front of the fireplace in the room, Jack holding a glass of wine.

"𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲-𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗼𝘁𝗮. 𝗬/𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿.. 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹. 𝗠𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗕𝗜," Jack said.

"𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲," Hannibal turned to look at Jack, who just stayed silent not looking at him. "𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲," Hannibal said.

"𝗜'𝗱 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆," Hannibal said turning to look at Hannibal.

"𝗬/𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁," Hannibal said making Jack sigh.

"𝗬𝗲𝘀. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀," Jack said. "𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻, 𝗬/𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳."

"𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀. 𝗦𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗿," Hannibal added, making Jack sigh again and take a sip of wine. "𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁."

"𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴," Jack questioned.

"𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀," Hannibal said.

"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗹𝗹," Jack said but not as as question.

Hannibal stayed silent for a few seconds and said, "𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺 𝗬/𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘀. 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻.. 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗬/𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝘀, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲, 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁. 𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁; 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗯𝘀."

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