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[il_mostro]

Please leave all IC correspondence for Dr Hannibal Lecter here.

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[il_mostro]

[Hannibal let go the moment he realized he had captured Jon's attention thoroughly. He bore his own dark eyes into the other man's.]

You did not, but I feel that you may need it.

[There are many horrible things that Hannibal Lecter has seen and done, but alas, none of that is supernatural. Simply horrific. That calm gaze covers a great deal of horror.

Beyond that, what Jonathan Sims would see was simply a predator's gaze in return. Calm, but ready to strike.]

[compellingstatement]

[The Archivist's gaze holds for several seconds, and then the sense of being watched fades. He clearly loses interest, glances away toward the door. Whatever he was looking for, it's not in Hannibal. It's only when he looks back, sees the doctor's expression, that it registers for Jon what he'd just done. How easily he'd slipped. But that was... there was a purpose to this, yes? He'd needed to check, to see if Hannibal would be vulnerable.

The rationalization after the fact has his stomach churning just a bit.

He starts to look uncomfortable once more.]

No. No, thank you. I-

I'll handle it. I can handle it.

[Hopefully.]

[il_mostro]

[The moment that intense interest starts to fade, Hannibal can feel his senses pull back from the need to attack Jonathan Sims. He leans back in his chair completely, giving Sims a long and steady look.

Finally, he nods.]

As you wish. I cannot force anyone to seek help. Just be reminded of your mantra, and your grounding exercise. I shall be keeping an eye out for you.

[compellingstatement]

[That last comment engenders a quiet, bitter little huff of a laugh. If this were Basira, he might ask her if that was a joke. He can't help but mutter to himself:] Join the crowd.

[Louder once more:] Yes. Thank you, Dr. Lecter. I'll... buy a pocketknife. [Stabbing himself is the most important thing he's taken away from this conversation, which... might not be particularly healthy, but it's the part he wants to focus on. That mantra he's supposed to say is... He has enough issues with his personal identity without struggling over it each time he wrestles with himself.

Jon supposes he'll try. But it might just be easier stabbing himself a few times, instead. He'll heal, anyway.]

Good day.

[And unless Hannibal stops him again, he'll head out, looking as hunted as ever.]