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❝Were you lookin’ for Doctor Bloom? Everyone seems to be after her lately.❞
"I'm afraid so," Hannibal said. "You wouldn't happen to know where she is, would you?"
"Nevermind, it’s not important. It was nothing."
”Could we, uh…talk about something else? Anything is fine.”
"Of course. Whatever you're comfortable with, Will."
"Would you like to talk more about fishing?"
"I see myself as a good guy, but…"
”…No, nothing. Nevermind.”
"I won't press, but I am curious where you were headed with that thought, Will."
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❝Shit! No, uh, you just… you caught me at a bad time. Sorry.❞
"No, no, my apologies. I wasn't aware anyone was in here."
"Yeah, yeah that’s true. But I’m also unstable, not exactly fit for friendships or…relationships.”
”Not many people find it appealing when someone walks a very thin line between being a good guy and one of the bad guys.”
"Perhaps."
"Which do you see yourself as, Will? A good guy, a bad guy, or something in-between?"
"Yes. I’m afraid she’ll see too much of me and it’ll scare her off. Surprised I haven’t done that yet."
"It might not."
"She is an intelligent woman, and, from what I know of her, remarkably brave. She cares for you."
"No, that’s not it it’s just…I’m not really sure how to describe it. I do feel safe around Alana. I’ve always had a hard time letting people in and I suppose I’m not ready to let her in just yet."
“Does that make sense?”
"You trust her, but you are afraid to trust her enough to let her in. Are you worried that she will see something that she doesn't like?"
"What else makes me feel safe?"
”—My dogs make me feel safe. Things that remind me of Louisiana make me feel safe, despite how I grew up. I feel safe around you, you know more about my past than even Alana Bloom.”
"I am pleased that you feel safe around me, but does that mean that you do not feel safe around Ms. Bloom?"
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I am going to ask you nicely--once--to desist.
"Yes, I find it to be an adequate escape from what’s happening in my head.”
“I told you once that looking across the fields at night to my house so full of light, like some beacon, that it was one of the only times I ever felt safe. Fishing would be…another time.”
"You have."
"What else makes you feel safe, Will? Besides fishing, or imagining your house as a beacon?"
"A, uh, spotted bass. I’m using bright colors on the lure because bass are more attracted to them, especially yellow and orange. They tend to have silt covering their eyes so brighter colors are easier to see for them than brighter colors."
”But I’m sure me explaining fish to you is boring.”
"Quite the contrary, Will. I find it all to be very illuminating, even if I'm unlikely to use the information myself."
"You find fishing to be relaxing, correct?"
"Honestly, I couldn’t tell you that. I only use the lures, haven’t used bait, alive or not, since I was a kid. Can’t remember how easy it was with bait but it’s easy enough with just a lure."
"I suppose it doesn't matter as long as you are catching something, hm? What do you plan on catching with this one?"
"I use them. Different lures for…different fish. Each fish is attracted more to a certain type of coloring so I use whichever one for whatever I’m trying to catch that day."
"I had no idea they were so easily taken in by appearances. Do you find it easier to use the lures, or live bait?"
"Sure. I have a lure on the bench, it’s nearly finished but I could always start another one. You really that interested in how to make a lure, Dr. Lecter?"
"Of course. I am always interested in art forms I know little about. Do you use them as well, or are they simply for show?"
"Well, my secrets out now, isn’t it?"
“I make those myself actually.”
"If I asked, would you be willing to show me how?"
"I’d appreciate it if you didn’t touch that."
“——Thanks.”
"Hmn?" Hannibal looked up, allowing his hand to drop away from the object. "My apologies, Will. I wasn't aware you collected things other than dogs."
