[He demands, arms flinging out incredulously. That old, buried protective streak surges forward immediately, and his temper problem goes unchecked for a second.]
Are you shitting me?How?
[He gets the distinct feeling it wasn't some bizarre accident or natural causes, which means something or someone murdered her. Who goes around fucking murdering people?
...With the notable exception of that Hannibal guy, he guesses, if it's the same Hannibal, but whatever.]
no subject
[He demands, arms flinging out incredulously. That old, buried protective streak surges forward immediately, and his temper problem goes unchecked for a second.]
Are you shitting me? How?
[He gets the distinct feeling it wasn't some bizarre accident or natural causes, which means something or someone murdered her. Who goes around fucking murdering people?
...With the notable exception of that Hannibal guy, he guesses, if it's the same Hannibal, but whatever.]