The hints of darker characteristics that we see in Will throughout the show are always so interesting. Baggy clothes hide a muscular physique and the notion of strength. His character lends itself to the acquaintance with something quietly unsettling in their gaze, the stranger’s car idling on the side of a dark road. He openly admits that he looked through Hannibal’s patient notes to read about Margot. “Drinking with a patient?” has the snap of interrogatory jealousy that seems to cool when Hannibal mentions his own therapist, but then he addresses Bedelia by her name and that very title, never mentioned. Alana tells Jack she avoids being alone with Will. “I don’t think we’ve ever been in a room alone together.” She then says she’s never noticed— a lie. Will slowly circles around her in the empty lecture hall. “The Chesapeake Ripper wants to perform. Every brutal choice has elegance, grace.” He gets unusually upset by the notion that the butchery in the hotel bathtub is the Ripper’s work. He spins sentiments over corpses, blasé. “Death makes angels of us all… and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven’s claws.” He casts a long shadow, never erased, even when he lets the glare of conventional society’s light bleach him to the bone…… ideas like Will having a sort of dark parasocial fixation with the Ripper or having been just as invasively obsessed with Hannibal as Hannibal was with him are very tantalizing ones as a result, in my mind
