[There he is. Hannibal can smell the stress, hear it in three sharp letters, and internally he prepares himself. This will hurt. In the long run, it will be worth it. Sometimes, things must get worse before they get better.
He feels the silver in his sleeve, and takes a step closer under the guise of passing off the plate.]
You would not want it [her] to go to waste, would you?
[This is a gift, he lets his eyes say. This is the only way to have her.]
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He feels the silver in his sleeve, and takes a step closer under the guise of passing off the plate.]
You would not want it [her] to go to waste, would you?
[This is a gift, he lets his eyes say. This is the only way to have her.]