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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[abrightboy]

“He made the same mistake with you and him that people make with me and you,” Malcolm notes. “He thinks because you connected so strongly that you’re the same.” He puts the drawing to the back. “You’re not the same.”

He studies the next picture. “I feel like I should have… some reservations about how well he could draw you from memory. Like. Every little detail, down to where you carry your tension.”

[empathicfault]

"Parts of us are the same," Will gently corrects. "But not that. I wouldn't want to 'get back' at Alana, not when she was doing her best with the information she had. Even if the circumstances...make me angry."

The next drawing is less his usual style. However, it still features Will, leaning over a desk with dark creatures in the dark behind him, growing increasingly grotesque as one looks up and back. Notably, the wendigo and ravenstag are both there, antlers merging near the top of the drawing. Both are looking accusingly at the viewer, eyes a stark white. Winston looks at Will with concern from the bottom right. And yes, even asleep, Will looks tormented, shoulders drawn together, hair scraggly curls. He's wearing what he usually wears to sleep, an undershirt and boxer briefs.

"Yeah, I'm wondering if I'm ever wearing a full outfit in any of these..." Will murmurs. "But I always suspected he had an eidetic memory. And he's probably pushing that angle anyway because he's jealous. He wants both of us to know how intimately he knows me. He expected I'd treat you like Molly, and...leave out some things."

[abrightboy]

“Parts of you are the same and it tricked him into thinking everything was,” Malcolm says. He’s sure of this. He smirks at Will’s assessment of Hannibal’s jealousy. “It would be petty to enjoy that, right?”

[empathicfault]

Will smirks and snorts in amusement. "It is, which means you should indulge that feeling. Try it on, like a suit. I think that one would fit you well, personally."

But he seems more than happy with Malcolm's assessment. He suspects the full reason might not be quite that simple, but that's probably a big part of why Hannibal 'miscalculated' here.

"He doesn't usually draw things like this." He notes, finding himself continuing to stare at it. "He prefers classical beauty, and usually saves the beautifully macabre for his 'other' art."

[abrightboy]

“I… don’t think he killed anyone here. He needed the outlet, maybe.” Malcolm tilts his head to look up at Will again. “Is it weird that I don’t think he even intended to kill me?” he asks.