[He does get it, as much (and more, in his own right) as possible. There had once been a younger version of Hannibal Lecter, with an extra finger and eyes that didn't light up quite right, from a different period of time altogether. He'd been something like nervous to see the one he knew (thought he knew), but when it had come to that younger, not right Hannibal Lecter...it was a bit of a trial.]
You hang out with gods back where you're from?
[No judgment. Curiosity, and something like impressed. That's sort of really cool, isn't it?]
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You hang out with gods back where you're from?
[No judgment. Curiosity, and something like impressed. That's sort of really cool, isn't it?]