[ "You're unequipped?" he wants to ask, because there are very few scenarios that Will can imagine - bound to his own crucifixion, wrists slit open, a prophetic crown of thorns atop his head - in which Hannibal would be unprepared.
It makes him stand, the gas permeating his system and surging through his veins already - he may have just woken up, but now he is truly awake, sharper in the eyes and standing to gain himself some of that height advantage, even keel with Hannibal. ]
What's out there?
[ He asks first, and his eyes do shift to the door, open, no screams, no sounds of horrors outside. He wonders. ]
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It makes him stand, the gas permeating his system and surging through his veins already - he may have just woken up, but now he is truly awake, sharper in the eyes and standing to gain himself some of that height advantage, even keel with Hannibal. ]
What's out there?
[ He asks first, and his eyes do shift to the door, open, no screams, no sounds of horrors outside. He wonders. ]