Dr. Hannibal Lecter (
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❧ Entry No.8 | text
[ The message that comes through on the system is text, with no preface and no explanation, a day after his return. It is, in a way, a note pinned to a communal board with a fingerprint pressed in blood. In his new room on the tenth floor, Hannibal carefully monitors the responses, making sure that any remain private. The last thing he needs is for someone with a grudge to air his dirty laundry. ]
"It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another."
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"It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another."
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[ A scenario probably worth wondering about for somebody with half the mansion after their head, although as far as shots go that one just seems as obvious as it is cheap. Speaking of trivial technicalities, however-- ]
Out of idle curiosity, is this a return, or are you just officially resurfacing?
[ Philip did wonder about those two particular absences, how could he not, but for all its limits Wonderland still makes a decent place to hide, at least half the time. ]
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And I would say that it's a bit of both.
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does she say anything? sansa has grown, certainly and no part of her shall ever forgive him, but perhaps a part of her still cannot work out the way.
men can be evil for power or because they are childishly cruel and stupid as joffrey was. but he isn't a fool and he has nothing to gain.
and at times he can be kind.
the direwolf at her side, lifts her head, growls her discontent but sansa still speaks. ]
You have been gone for quite the long time.
[ it wasn't a time of relief, not at all. ]
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He's not sure he is yet, not after what he needed was so recently taken away from him. Giving, he is not. Not right now anyway. Still he smiles, a conversational quirk that does not meet his eyes. He has reverted and restarted, and not much will. ]
Not as long as I thought, it seems. Are you doing well?
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but littlefinger was playing a game and this.
she's drawing a blank on what this is. ]
as well as wonderland allows us to be.
[ which is well enough, considering. at least until the next strike of chaos. ]
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I PREFER THOMAS HOBBES, MYSELF.
THE LIFE OF MAN IS SOLITARY POOR NASTY BRUTISH AND SHORT.
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An interesting choice to focus on his negative opinions when he was, in the grand scheme of human relations, an optimist.
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[You disappoint him, Mr. Smarty-Pants McCannibal. Bill thought you might recognize an Atbash cipher.]
EVERYONE LIKES THE DINNER PARTY UNTIL THE WEIRD GUY SHOWS UP BUT THEY DESPERATELY CLING TO A HOPE THAT HE'LL LEAVE SO SOMEONE CAN BREAK OUT THE GOOD TEQUILA.
BUT YOU KNOW ALL ABOUT THROWING DINNER PARTIES, DON'T YOU.
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Welcome back.
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i mean what.]
A brief jaunt in an arctic wasteland. I'm certain you hardly needed the healthy dose of paranoia that came with it.
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Of course, things are not quite so simple as that - even history can be diverted the second time around.
The Network is therefore treated to another one of Hannibal Lecter's narcissistic platitudes; it doesn't take a literary scholar to understand the subtext all but being screamed at a bleary-eyed, Monday morning audience. When Evelyn drew the sword that day in the flat, she considered not what she was intent on killing, but what she was allowing to live.
Man, she would like to say, how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom.]
Dragging yourself out of the gutter, I see.
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[ You do have a certain fondness for willing blindness to captivity, don't you? ]
Thank you for your concern, Evelyn.
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Some are the self-appointed caretakers, the watchers, the custodians of this place because they haven't the choice. If given, Evelyn would rush home to pry her son from the clutches of an old foe, but Wonderland affords borrowed time. She was once lax with it. She won't make the same mistake again.
And so, once more, for the people in the back:]
My concern is not for you.
My concern is for others.
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You wrote it, and I read it.
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[Jefferson recognizes the quote. He met the good doctor himself once, so it only seemed polite to read the book once he had access to it. He doesn't know anything about the author of this text, but he commiserates with the sentiment.]
Cheerful.
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Captivity isn't supposed to be. Anyone who thinks differently is lying to themselves.
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Being so intimately related to the novel in question, what else can he do but respond?]
Interesting choice.
-- V.F.
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I'm glad you think so, Doctor Frankenstein. I imagine you have a good deal to say on the subject.
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He recognizes Hannibal's initials loosely, from impressions not altogether positive. Familiar feeling.]
Did you expect I would recognize it?
[Victor certainly has his issues with believing he's the center of the known universe at times, but in this case he's not so arrogant to presume the quote had been left for him and him alone. It does call into question whether the man had picked it with that consideration in mind, though.]
It is possible I may, as many of us outside the norm would. I cannot say they are words I would have chosen, however.
[The Shelleys have an unexpected knack for invading his privacy, another thing he'd come to learn in Wonderland.]
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