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#DEVILSUIT, an independent , selective blog for Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Based from nbc's HANNIBAL , a study in ; theatrics , elegance && a passion for anatomy into culinary arts
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@devilsuit continued from here.
Work related or social life? It was one in the same, in it being a sham. An act that was sometimes all too real, that blurred the lines of who he really was.
“Must I always spell everything out?” In a rare instance, his tight control over his emotions slipped, coming out as a wayward barb. Perhaps it was the headache pounding against his temple that sparked it, or the mounting pressure getting under his skin. Or maybe it was just a mix of every problem and demand that always seemed to flood his work life in abundance. Whatever it was, his ire was trained directly onto Dr. Lector. Every answer was met with another question, could he not be understood? Was he that unreachable?
If he could not sympathize with others, then logically speaking, it would be the same vice versa. It was refreshing, it should be was nothing but freeing. In the long run, he didn’t need anyone else. Then why did he sometimes wish- Those sorts of ideas were unbecoming after all, it was what dragged down the frail in the end. And such doubts would be purged from his mind as his arms crossed over his chest, head tilting back.
“You should appreciate it, because it makes me stronger in the end. And isn’t that why I’m here in your office today, to become better?” And just like that the frustration was drowned out by conviction, “The only pressing concern I have is the current case at hand, nothing more. My lack of sympathy has gotten me far in life, and it will only aid me in catching this murderer.”
❝ Is it like a game to you, then ? ❞ Of course he wanted Wesker to be better after his therapy, be a SUCCESS STORY they both know he can be. Continue his job, socialize and come to know himself more than he ever did before. ❝ Do you dehumanize the murderers you are sent to catch ? You catch them because you gain pleasure from it, by being in the role of power to do so with little to stop you ? ❞
It must be LONELY there, every patient is unique but Wesker was more so in considering his employment, skill set and intelligence.
Are you dehumanized, Wesker ? Do you even enjoy humanity ? From what he has learned about him so far, the answer was still forming within his own mind. Being BETTER does not equal THE BEST even if that was the desired outcome. Dissecting his questions, open heart SURGERY on the topic to disguise it as something totally different.
❝ What you lack in sympathy you make up with in ruthlessness. Emotions don't get in the way of your mission, swatting criminals like pests. But when you walk, it is often alone, is it ? ❞
“I don’t find you that interesting.”
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Today's breakfast was a protein egg scramble, having COOKED IT himself and brought it to him. The motel was build not too long ago, a small town shooting off of Raccoon City and the large ARKLAY MOUNTIANS, a little more than a pit stop. There was eggs, tomatoes and PIG'S BRAIN he's made in specific for the captain, hot tea from his thermos flask.
Hannibal was ALWAYS careful with what he puts into his body, always happy to share. How Wesker swallows without truly knowing. He smiles by just a fraction.
❝ You will, one day. But what interests you then ? Is it cases like these ? ❞
He has seen the NEUROLOGIST Wesker was getting to know. He took the whole brain, it must have been special if he took it, right ? Or the rest of the victim simply got in the way of the work needed done on such a specimen.
❝ Do you have problems, Albert ? ❞
If you think about "hunting styles" when it comes to Will and Hannibal, there are some notable differences. Hannibal hunts like a predator. Sits in the tall grass, observes for a long while and one day he decides to attack.
Will on the other hand, hunts the same way he fishes. He never attacks. He always lures people right into his arms. He lured Hannibal. He lured Freddie into his shed to make her part of the plan. He lured Chilton into getting himself fried. He lured Chiyoh into killing the prisoner.
This is definitely something to explore in the post twotl fics. Hannibal and Will learning about their differences when it comes to killing.
“Where shall we begin?”
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He can SMELL THE CHANGE off of Wesker, he's changed him. He had pushed Wesker into these scenarios and outcomes and reacted to them, some ways he had anticipated and other ways he did not. It PLEASES him to see him back in his office, in his seat for therapy.
❝ We start where ever you would like to, if that is with your emotions on the change in your life, or the change itself. Though, I wouldn't recommend staying in the past too long. What do you see now ? ❞
“ i don’t want anyone to know. ” she stands abruptly from the chair, feeling more at ease on her feet than sitting in that chair. “ i shouldn’t be talking in this way. i want to be a good mother, and i have no one else. i had little friends before all of this happened, and i no longer have my parents. ” she isn’t sure if she is talking to him or to herself. deep down, she knows that there is something more unusual about this conversation that they’re having but she doesn’t know what. it could be her old fears manifesting ⸻ for the last three and half years, she trusted herself after matt murdered his sister, layla, in front of her eyes.
his question of her method makes her freeze temporarily on the spot before she looks around to him, a frown on her face, almost afraid to speak. “ i … i knew there could be a chance that they’d run after me to get olivia. she was …. ” she pauses, “ … she was important to them. she was afraid of them. i had a dagger in my pocket. matt warned me if i tried to leave with olivia, they’d kill me. matt chased after us. he was on top of me, his hands around my throat and i … ” her face falters into a sorrowful expression, “ i realized i had the dagger, and all i could hear was her screams and i had to stab him in the neck … ” she closes her eyes as she covers her face, afraid that he’ll contact the authorities. " we hid from mason. "
The last thing he would do in this situation was call the authorities, the DEED had been done already, was a simple fact and he would keep that down, deeply, possibly as deep as a well. This was no reason to call on anyone. Even if she may feel an array of energizing emotions, it was only his job to help her understand how she feels about them. And so, she may walk around if she likes, look at all the interesting things in his office, focus her mind elsewhere as she describes how she BRUTILIZED those men.
❝ We do bad things to bad people, and it makes us feel good. Matt was a bad man, as was Mason and it felt good to take your life back. ❞
He tilts his head in thought, a roll of his wrist as he watches her come to another set of terms with her choices and that was to SPEAK THEM TO ANOTHER with the veil of confidentiality that no one other will know of any of this.
❝ And this is where it always goes back to, that night and your time there with the group. There is a life before and after this. Olivia isn't going to remember that time the older she gets but she will see her mother still frozen in the time she cut herself free from, dagger still in hand. ❞
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“What exactly am I guilty of?”
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GUILT IS A FEELING THAT IS TAUGHT, TO FEEL IT WHEN YOU KNOW YOU HAVE DONE SOMETHING YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE YET STILL FEEL BAD ABOUT IT. Perhaps it was the feeling of being CAUGHT that makes us guilty. Would you still feel guilty if there was praise following every step ?
Now met with the deafening silence of the ACT and then it grows on you, like a disease leaving you feeling sick. Ideas start to form that this action did not please those wishing it to, or even yourself as much as you thought it would have.
❝ Would you like to tell me what made you feel guilty ? ❞
Does he know fully how he feels ? He must, shouldn't he ? There had to be enough reflection to know by now. What is it, Captain Wesker ?
Or, is he Dr. Wesker today ?
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survival instinct. dr. carnes, her psychologist , told her that humans can experience a snap in their brains. but she never spoke about the morals that were juggling within herself since. “ i think intentions were … processed differently in my brain. ” dodging answering the question in full truth, a hint of vagueness was one of the things that the sanders hated about her. her leg bounces again, and this time, she makes no effort to stop it. does she think about the cult members? no, she doesn’t. they viewed her as an inferior, an outcast from the society that they never knew of.
“ you’re going to tell my psychologist my answers. she has been working for me for six weeks and hasn’t managed to get a full sentence from me. ” she closes her eyes briefly as she lets out a shaky laugh. “ i … ” a long pause, looking at him with a hint of vulnerability, and she wants to grip the arms of the chair tight. “ … i liked the feeling that i wasn’t going to be harmed. i liked the feeling that my daughter had a chance of a life. ” her mouth feels dry as she realizes that she’ll have to explain this to her one day. “ they were going to kill me. they had plans to. i overheard them, and i had to get there first. ” she lets out a breath, her mind taking her back to when she saw matt stop breathing with the exact same sigh of relief. “ i had no closer relationships with the members, i was alone. so alone. ” her grip tightens on the arms of the chair , letting out a breath.
EVEN A WORM WILL TURN. He considers, the idea that this was her justice as much as it was her revenge was ULTIMATELY up to her, and how she will open that door, and whatever goes through it. CAN SHE CONTROLS WHAT GOES THROUGH IT ?
Was this a SELFLESS act ? Done for her child, and would she stay behind and send her daughter down the stream, to keep running until she sees lights and to have a better life ? AND WAS IT POSSIBLE THAT IT WAS SO SELFISH, SO DEEPLY SELFISH TO WANT TO BE DESERVING OF SOMETHING BETTER THAT SHE JUST HAD TO TAKE IT AND BLOW THE BUBBLE AND BRAINS OF THEM ALL.
❝ I won't, unless you give me permission to. The doctor-patient confidentiality goes both ways, remember that . ❞
He was not UNKIND but UNORTHODOX when he provides his therapy. Sometimes, small acts of profound ideas allows the mind to make the clearing.
❝ You haven't told anyone how exactly you killed them, have you ? Would you feel comfortable today to talk about any part of that process ? ❞
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*Hannibal season one*
Hannibal: omg this crime is sooo horrible, I can’t believe someone could do this. Dearest Will, my pookie bear, my honeyfly, my boo boo bear, what do you think of monster who did this? Tell me what you think of him my lovely dove.
Will: *minecraft zombie noise* uhhraggg
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THERE WAS NO DENYING THIS NOW, AND THERE WAS NEVER GOING TO BE A LATER BECAUSE THERE WAS NEVER A START, THIS WAS A LOOP. She was still fighting with herself over it, was she not ? If it was genuinely the right decision, given so many during our lives that we can choose to act on and others to slip away. Having as much of a choice to take their LIVES as she had take their VOICE or their power. The idea that she could have taken over may lay in the dust, never picked up and never thought about, rather it would have worked was up to chance.
❝ Forget it ? No, not that. ❞
Leaning back in the leather chair, hands stay clasped in his lap. What he thinks about her REVENGE KILLING stayed within him, ever neutral. HAVE YOU FORGIVEN YOURSELF ? It does not look like it.
❝ Did you enjoy killing them and taking your life back into your own hands ? Do you still think about the other members ? ❞
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