[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.
[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.]
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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.
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[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.]