[It is actually a pretty terrible suggestion, yes. An extremely brutal one. Will has the advantage of understanding Hannibal, of knowing there may be something less than pleasant in any given dinner invitation. The hell of blood and suffering Will Graham has waded through is one he wouldn't shuffle off to another. It would be both unfair and insulting. To Hannibal and to himself. There was a time in Will's life where he floated by, did his best, struggled but ultimately survived. Then Hannibal came and imagining a life truly separate from him, eventually, became...difficult.
The idea that there is someone who could fill the same gap Will does is offensive. He hadn't realized how offensive until just now, until he rereads her words over and over, until he has to in order to settle. A more interesting toy than Will Graham? One to replace him, like he is nothing other than expendable? Like his entire allure isn't how human he is, the delight in changing a human to something more, something higher, a god among men to be trusted and relied on, to hunt and run with? An equal who isn't Will Graham? How upsetting.
How dismal a thought. To be replaced. Even to be replaced for a monster's whims and delight.]
You might be onto something.
[He bites his cheek, toes curled. The sharp taste of blood is ignored.]
We'll see, in time, who catches his eye and who doesn't. Easier to work with instead of abruptly shoving someone at him.
[She might be onto something advantageous for Will, too. If he ever got truly aggravated with anyone, if he ever had a situation he couldn't solve on his own...who better to confide his woes and stress in than Hannibal Lecter? As always, for every bit of good (if this could be considered good for anyone but Will, of course) there is an undercurrent of wicked. But such is the way of monsters. Raina would understand, surely, as long as any irritations he let slip were never pointed in the directions of herself or those she cared for.]
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The idea that there is someone who could fill the same gap Will does is offensive. He hadn't realized how offensive until just now, until he rereads her words over and over, until he has to in order to settle. A more interesting toy than Will Graham? One to replace him, like he is nothing other than expendable? Like his entire allure isn't how human he is, the delight in changing a human to something more, something higher, a god among men to be trusted and relied on, to hunt and run with? An equal who isn't Will Graham? How upsetting.
How dismal a thought. To be replaced. Even to be replaced for a monster's whims and delight.]
You might be onto something.
[He bites his cheek, toes curled. The sharp taste of blood is ignored.]
We'll see, in time, who catches his eye and who doesn't. Easier to work with instead of abruptly shoving someone at him.
[She might be onto something advantageous for Will, too. If he ever got truly aggravated with anyone, if he ever had a situation he couldn't solve on his own...who better to confide his woes and stress in than Hannibal Lecter? As always, for every bit of good (if this could be considered good for anyone but Will, of course) there is an undercurrent of wicked. But such is the way of monsters. Raina would understand, surely, as long as any irritations he let slip were never pointed in the directions of herself or those she cared for.]