[Some things are gone; some things he still knows. It's a doctor's careful eye that follows the path of Dillon's hand, looking for any cause for concern. He finds none, and remains baffled by the blood, by all the signs of trauma and pain but with no physical signs to accompany.
Hannibal nods, satisfied enough, and looks down at himself. He doesn't grimace. He's too uncertain.]
no subject
Hannibal nods, satisfied enough, and looks down at himself. He doesn't grimace. He's too uncertain.]
I think...I will go and change, then.