[The mention of Jack has the most hideous attempt at a smile plastered all over Will's face. At first glance, it could appear like he has just seen his best friend after being apart for far too long, but the look in his eyes is positively mad. Oh yes, he knows a Jack. He can't blame him, has had time here to work things out, but God, what is going to happen if he can't get anyone to believe him back home?
He's been a little awkward, naturally. Maybe a little withdrawn. Too many dogs. Carries bacon in his pockets now. Odd, that Will Graham. This man right now, this supposed serial killer and cannibal and everything wrong that one person could be, is one other thing that cannot be avoided: extremely bitter. He is so, so bitter. A bite of him would have the tongue recoiling, the taste buds burning.
A side of Will that hasn't been shown before comes up in this conversation, and not just because of all the new information. Now that names are pouring out, he cannot even pretend to hide that no, he's not just a little "off"—he's got way more to him than that.]
Jack Crawford. He was my boss, head of the unit I worked with. [If he looks bitter, it's nothing compared to the way he sounds.] Your name is Whale. His name is Hannibal. You know not to make jokes, but it's there, isn't it? The thought. The thought everyone was too polite to bring up.
[It rhymes. He's not in a cell at the moment with a thousand years to try and work things out while hoping he's not given placebos and doesn't end up dead before he can really unravel the mystery, but it's a matter of time.]
Alana doesn't have any idea, Doctor Whale. It seems we don't remember the same things. It seems things happened that she's not aware of. [Is it respecting her to keep it from her, and to keep everything about Abigail here from her, too? Is Will's request that Whale treat her right stemming from his inability to decide if he's doing just that? Hard to tell, but he's obviously conflicted. Bitter. Boiling, almost, possibly a ticking time bomb, because it does sound crazy, doesn't it. Paranoid. Like he's almost picking at Hannibal just because of his name, it's so easy, such a simple thing to jump to.] So. You're Frankenstein. Regina Mills will answer any questions. I won't ask her any questions. I won't tell a single soul what you've told me today.
[Oh yes, it's obvious that Will expects as much in return. If he's lying, if he's really this terrible serial killer, why would anyone want to upset him?]
Do you want me to call you by that name when we're in private?
[Will is Will. Sometimes Mister Graham, but only to certain people. There's no reason for him to ask to be called anything else. Definitely not the Copycat. But if Whale wants to be Victor or Frankenstein...]
i can't beat that. i have a million monster songs, but no one can beat nicki. it is known.
He's been a little awkward, naturally. Maybe a little withdrawn. Too many dogs. Carries bacon in his pockets now. Odd, that Will Graham. This man right now, this supposed serial killer and cannibal and everything wrong that one person could be, is one other thing that cannot be avoided: extremely bitter. He is so, so bitter. A bite of him would have the tongue recoiling, the taste buds burning.
A side of Will that hasn't been shown before comes up in this conversation, and not just because of all the new information. Now that names are pouring out, he cannot even pretend to hide that no, he's not just a little "off"—he's got way more to him than that.]
Jack Crawford. He was my boss, head of the unit I worked with. [If he looks bitter, it's nothing compared to the way he sounds.] Your name is Whale. His name is Hannibal. You know not to make jokes, but it's there, isn't it? The thought. The thought everyone was too polite to bring up.
[It rhymes. He's not in a cell at the moment with a thousand years to try and work things out while hoping he's not given placebos and doesn't end up dead before he can really unravel the mystery, but it's a matter of time.]
Alana doesn't have any idea, Doctor Whale. It seems we don't remember the same things. It seems things happened that she's not aware of. [Is it respecting her to keep it from her, and to keep everything about Abigail here from her, too? Is Will's request that Whale treat her right stemming from his inability to decide if he's doing just that? Hard to tell, but he's obviously conflicted. Bitter. Boiling, almost, possibly a ticking time bomb, because it does sound crazy, doesn't it. Paranoid. Like he's almost picking at Hannibal just because of his name, it's so easy, such a simple thing to jump to.] So. You're Frankenstein. Regina Mills will answer any questions. I won't ask her any questions. I won't tell a single soul what you've told me today.
[Oh yes, it's obvious that Will expects as much in return. If he's lying, if he's really this terrible serial killer, why would anyone want to upset him?]
Do you want me to call you by that name when we're in private?
[Will is Will. Sometimes Mister Graham, but only to certain people. There's no reason for him to ask to be called anything else. Definitely not the Copycat. But if Whale wants to be Victor or Frankenstein...]