[Jean's effort at a smile is returned, a small, close-lipped thing that Hannibal hopes will help put her at ease. He spreads his hands, about to say that it's his choice to accept this change, to be as he is forever--
But then Dillon speaks. And Hannibal's certainty in himself slips away, like he's standing on sand and the tide is rising and soon he will be pulled out to sea. He has less right to live than - a monster.
His brow creases, and his mouth closes, and for a long moment, he says nothing. He can do nothing. They must go through with this, even though the idea makes his chest ache a little.]
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But then Dillon speaks. And Hannibal's certainty in himself slips away, like he's standing on sand and the tide is rising and soon he will be pulled out to sea. He has less right to live than - a monster.
His brow creases, and his mouth closes, and for a long moment, he says nothing. He can do nothing. They must go through with this, even though the idea makes his chest ache a little.]
Very well, [he finally says, quietly.]