[Chilton dipped his chin towards his chest, his eyes clear and knowing. Hannibal had sunk deeply into Will -- Hannibal himself had marked his territory and intention to Chilton, even if the full brunt of his meaning was only transparent well after the fact.
All that parallel between Abel Gideon and Will, Chilton and Hannibal, Will and Hannibal. All that mirroring, all that mimicry, all that blood that soaked into foreign veins.]
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All that parallel between Abel Gideon and Will, Chilton and Hannibal, Will and Hannibal. All that mirroring, all that mimicry, all that blood that soaked into foreign veins.]
You have boundaries you will not cross.
[It was not a statement of fact. It was a plea.
Chilton wanted to be that boundary.]