[ Oooh, that's a thing. Certainly a thing. At the same time, reason not to make him an enemy (she had already suspected reasons). He'd so poignantly referenced the time he hadn't turned away. Not accidental. Manipulative.
He's too smart to be dismissed. His sort of gruesome isn't the sort she mindlessly hunts, not when his transcendent uses outweigh something as human as "taboo". But it's strange... Enough to make her curious (though never enough to witness, she's sure, thanks). She keeps her inquiries concise, thinking that in accepting this reality, fluffing it up with poetry will only detract. ]
[Yeah, he's a little shit. Good to have around in case of crisis, though. Depending on who's involved, of course, and whether or not Hannibal's anywhere for him to go frolicking after like a lunatic.]
Only in Baltimore. I think.
[That sounds terrible without clarification, doesn't it? Like Will just goes around eating anything and everything and hopes it ain't people. So.]
He was here for a few months, and I didn't know who he really was then. We had breakfast together several times before he left.
[ Had Hannibal Lecter ever brought anything with meat to the children's clinic before he left? Unlikely. Thank God the norm is cookies and lollipops.
How does one go from 'surprise cannibalism' to 'willing cannibal'? A question for later, maybe, since it can be received or returned a number of ways. It would be easier to read Will if this were in person. ]
So it's only a habit you indulge in when he's about? I don't need to worry about waking up one morning with a bite taken out of me?
[ Or not waking up at all for the sake of more food? The phrasing sounds jesting, but the questions are serious, and she feels warranted. Friend or not, learning someone might crave human flesh does raise some questions that ought to be addressed. What if a misunderstanding leads to him turning his latest doctor into a stew? If Mary knows anything in life, by proof of her own actions, it's that people are capable of anything. It's acknowledgment, not insult. ]
[Gross, Mary. So, so gross. Will tries to only take bites of crime, like a good crime dog. Technically speaking, eating the remains of poor Randall Tier was doing just that. Who else would it have been? Certainly wasn't Freddie, vulture who flew on eternally. A constant among Freds, it seemed. He ate a serial killer, so what?
...oh right. Bluebird and all.]
I wouldn't call it a habit, but yes to the first and only the first.
[The latter, however concerned she might actually be, is downright vulgar. He won't say it without pressing, too rude. But Lord, what sort of cannibal eats their meat raw? (Besides ghouls.) The vulgarity is not just within the implication or the image it brings to mind, but the acknowledgement. That despised undercurrent of Will Graham being capable of great things, yet if put under too much stress, capable of turning that completely and making greatness out of the sick and depraved.
He sees the acknowledgement. He gets it, understands she's not the same as anyone from his Baltimore throwing that out there. But damned if it isn't difficult to not take some insult. Acknowledging that Will can be just as good at being bad as he can be decent at being good isn't his type of compliment.
He keeps getting that compliment, though, doesn't he?
Perhaps it's best to embrace the madness after all.]
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He's too smart to be dismissed. His sort of gruesome isn't the sort she mindlessly hunts, not when his transcendent uses outweigh something as human as "taboo". But it's strange... Enough to make her curious (though never enough to witness, she's sure, thanks). She keeps her inquiries concise, thinking that in accepting this reality, fluffing it up with poetry will only detract. ]
Only in Baltimore? Or any since?
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Only in Baltimore. I think.
[That sounds terrible without clarification, doesn't it? Like Will just goes around eating anything and everything and hopes it ain't people. So.]
He was here for a few months, and I didn't know who he really was then. We had breakfast together several times before he left.
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How does one go from 'surprise cannibalism' to 'willing cannibal'? A question for later, maybe, since it can be received or returned a number of ways. It would be easier to read Will if this were in person. ]
So it's only a habit you indulge in when he's about? I don't need to worry about waking up one morning with a bite taken out of me?
[ Or not waking up at all for the sake of more food? The phrasing sounds jesting, but the questions are serious, and she feels warranted. Friend or not, learning someone might crave human flesh does raise some questions that ought to be addressed. What if a misunderstanding leads to him turning his latest doctor into a stew? If Mary knows anything in life, by proof of her own actions, it's that people are capable of anything. It's acknowledgment, not insult. ]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYjunrxUyAc → https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DIO43xfij3s
...oh right. Bluebird and all.]
I wouldn't call it a habit, but yes to the first and only the first.
[The latter, however concerned she might actually be, is downright vulgar. He won't say it without pressing, too rude. But Lord, what sort of cannibal eats their meat raw? (Besides ghouls.) The vulgarity is not just within the implication or the image it brings to mind, but the acknowledgement. That despised undercurrent of Will Graham being capable of great things, yet if put under too much stress, capable of turning that completely and making greatness out of the sick and depraved.
He sees the acknowledgement. He gets it, understands she's not the same as anyone from his Baltimore throwing that out there. But damned if it isn't difficult to not take some insult. Acknowledging that Will can be just as good at being bad as he can be decent at being good isn't his type of compliment.
He keeps getting that compliment, though, doesn't he?
Perhaps it's best to embrace the madness after all.]