Aftermath

“How could-” Will stopped, shaking his head slowly, “Why did you do all this?”

“I felt it was only right that you should know.”

“For my sake or yours, Hannibal?”

Hannibal looked away then, to his left. To a small table that held a finger of whiskey in a crystal tumbler. A book lay closed, Marcus Aurelius - Meditations. Hannibal grunted his own short laugh. Apt. His head swung back around to focus on Will.

“For both of us.”

Will snorted in disbelief at that. “And you couldn’t just tell me? Like any other person would?”