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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[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.