[Out for blood is more accurate. He had, after all, sent a helpful orderly to kill Hannibal Lecter the first chance he could.]

Yes. [Horrible, terrible, no good things but accurate nonetheless. Will takes a sip of his coffee, leaning back and running a hand through his hair before he slings it over the the booth, a mix of tense and relaxed. It's been years since he's had to really, really think of his time behind bars.] Drugs were involved. They were necessary in my case. He gave me some explanation of the procedure, I signed a consent form, the drug was injected... [The hand on the booth gestures outward.] Rest is history. I had spent a lot of time trying to think it out. Find what was hidden, what I knew was waiting to be found. Wasn't until that particular session that I started getting them back with the regularity I'd needed all along.

[He wonders, though, if Miles wants these memories he's missing back. If he's prepared for them to be not whatever it is he's expecting. That had, Will believes, worked in his favor. He pined for his memories like long lost lovers, he welcomed whatever horrors were waiting for him with open arms, he craved them. Was Miles the same?]