[Hannibal is silent through all of this, his dark eyes glinting. Flickering through simulations of emotions, but a few rare, true feelings escape. After Rafa is finished speaking, he exhales slowly. Leans forward, meeting Rafa's own dark eyes.]

I made a promise, well over a year ago. I made it to Will -- and I will uphold that promise to my last breath. I promised I would never hurt him again -- by word or deed. It will be kept. I promised never to touch anyone he loved or cared about. It will be kept.
I am trying, against incredible odds, to be worthy of the trust that Will once placed in me.

[A sigh, and a wave of his hand.] Clearly, that is not meant to be. I will keep my word, though, Rafa. I have more than enough reasons to.