“You read a lot between these lines,” Will said once, fingers steepled.
“You make me into a thing,” Will said once, a caption below him declaring: He accuses.
Hannibal, for his part, watched the redaction with curiosity. He liked an absent word as much as a served one. The absence was a spice: bitter, revealing. Where the subtitles hesitated, he leaned in, savoring what they left unsaid.
“You read a lot between these lines,” Will said once, fingers steepled.
“You make me into a thing,” Will said once, a caption below him declaring: He accuses.
Hannibal, for his part, watched the redaction with curiosity. He liked an absent word as much as a served one. The absence was a spice: bitter, revealing. Where the subtitles hesitated, he leaned in, savoring what they left unsaid.
