[No gentleness, no moralizing, just cutting straight to the ultimate and inevitable conclusion of this entire wretched affair. It's not cold, precisely, but flat, blunt, aware of its own horrible and ironic edges. Chief of which is this: when Hannibal accepts Dillon's judgement - and he will - it will be proof of itself, that however pleasant this Hannibal is Dillon's person, and not his own.
If it were different - if a man roughly like this were real, if it were Hannibal and mirror Hannibal each complete in themselves, and only one could live, Dillon would choose the kind one without qualm or hesitation. But that's not the choice they have, and that's not who they're sacrificing in exchange for what they're bringing back.
There's an openness, a pulse - Dillon's energy is always nebulous around him, green and bright, and he lets the bitter human logic of it permeate, diffuse into the parts of him beyond his skin, smoke from the fire, for her to hear and understand.]
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[No gentleness, no moralizing, just cutting straight to the ultimate and inevitable conclusion of this entire wretched affair. It's not cold, precisely, but flat, blunt, aware of its own horrible and ironic edges. Chief of which is this: when Hannibal accepts Dillon's judgement - and he will - it will be proof of itself, that however pleasant this Hannibal is Dillon's person, and not his own.
If it were different - if a man roughly like this were real, if it were Hannibal and mirror Hannibal each complete in themselves, and only one could live, Dillon would choose the kind one without qualm or hesitation. But that's not the choice they have, and that's not who they're sacrificing in exchange for what they're bringing back.
There's an openness, a pulse - Dillon's energy is always nebulous around him, green and bright, and he lets the bitter human logic of it permeate, diffuse into the parts of him beyond his skin, smoke from the fire, for her to hear and understand.]