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>> 65. "Say something Iโm giving up on you."
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"... And then, now, a couple of months later, that guy, the one I... well, you and I basically revived, is dead. And they find him. And he is," Frederick faltered and then made a small sound, sort of a nervous laughter, "he is literally heartless. His heart has been removed. With surgical precision, from what I heard. What's more, it is contemplated, that at that point Clarence, that was his name, was still alive. Cut a chest pocket, claw through ribs, or whatever, clip the arteries - imagine the blood loss - and take the heart. To go this length for that bitchy heart, I apologize... And still, I can't... I mean, what was the point in saving him back then, considering how..."
He stopped his nervous chatter and looked at his host. Hannibal also was silent across the table.
"Well, say something?" Frederick took another spoonful of Sanguinaccio and started to peck on it bit by bit, relishing the taste. It was good, unusual but good. Himself, he would have never ventured to cook it or even order it anywhere in a restaurant, knowing that there was allegedly some blood involved. Hopefully, not much. At least he could not say that he could feel its taste... But yes, knowing how picky in all senses Doctor Lecter was, Frederick could as well as relax - if there was any blood there indeed, then at least it was fresh and coming from a healthy animal.
Hannibal didn't utter a word.
"Alright. I'm giving up on you. Apparently, you don't see anything weird about this."
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