[The skepticism rings like tin, hollow and somewhat flimsy. It isn't that he doubts Will's prowess to conjure a meal, especially one involving high quality fish -- it's the context. Oh, sure, the man was definitely not the Chesapeake Ripper, definitely not a willing cannibal.
But they, presumably, had all been unwilling parties to cannibalism, and Chilton couldn't easily shake that nausea. It was almost an ironic blessing now, that he couldn't consume much protein -- there was no reason to feel that Hannibal had manipulated his acquired tastes.
It was severe enough that Abel Gideon had wielded such power over the psychiatrist.]
Perhaps a coffee would do. It would be suitable for us to catch up -- once you're assuredly better, mind. I won't be keen to interfere. [CHILTON wouldn't be keen to interfere? Red flag.]
Don't you agree?
[Of course, "catch up" is a phrase entirely edited by Chilton's own whims of what Will should and should not know; while the urgent fear of Hannibal pounded in his heart, cognitively Chilton realized the benefit of lording information over Will. His own unethical depth was... Resounding.
Will himself had told Chilton to confess.
Chilton refused.
It would be much, much easier for the former Chief of Staff to engage on his version of history, lest Will recant his promise given variables yet revealed.]
no subject
[The skepticism rings like tin, hollow and somewhat flimsy. It isn't that he doubts Will's prowess to conjure a meal, especially one involving high quality fish -- it's the context. Oh, sure, the man was definitely not the Chesapeake Ripper, definitely not a willing cannibal.
But they, presumably, had all been unwilling parties to cannibalism, and Chilton couldn't easily shake that nausea. It was almost an ironic blessing now, that he couldn't consume much protein -- there was no reason to feel that Hannibal had manipulated his acquired tastes.
It was severe enough that Abel Gideon had wielded such power over the psychiatrist.]
Perhaps a coffee would do. It would be suitable for us to catch up -- once you're assuredly better, mind. I won't be keen to interfere. [CHILTON wouldn't be keen to interfere? Red flag.]
Don't you agree?
[Of course, "catch up" is a phrase entirely edited by Chilton's own whims of what Will should and should not know; while the urgent fear of Hannibal pounded in his heart, cognitively Chilton realized the benefit of lording information over Will. His own unethical depth was... Resounding.
Will himself had told Chilton to confess.
Chilton refused.
It would be much, much easier for the former Chief of Staff to engage on his version of history, lest Will recant his promise given variables yet revealed.]