[Hannibal's hand tightens on Dillon's, and his eyes, when they settle on his maker, are more expressive than they have ever been. He feels battered and broken, but whole, too: he could be made whole again, the spiderweb fractures filled in. But he will not be. Not like this.
He will remember the whys of everything he has done, but he will do those things again.
He lets out a short breath, and nods. The apology must be enough - Dillon is sorry that he will - vanish, disappear, die? Will it be like dying? Being replaced by another, darker entity? Someone else will come to fill his shell.
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He will remember the whys of everything he has done, but he will do those things again.
He lets out a short breath, and nods. The apology must be enough - Dillon is sorry that he will - vanish, disappear, die? Will it be like dying? Being replaced by another, darker entity? Someone else will come to fill his shell.
Hannibal nods.]
Thank you.