[He really should hurry up. He should make the kill and make it quick, get this over with...but why? He knows now. He knows that Natalie's death wasn't the same. He thinks of Natalie and thinks of Annabeth, thinks of two girls so similar who understood him so well and he thinks, again, of something he and Natalie discussed after Annabeth's death.
"If we find the right culprit it's not revenge. It's justice." "It's revenge if you do it, and you don't make it as fast as you possibly can."
He found the culprit. He knows prayers go unanswered in this place, but he prays that Natalie will think to forgive him for not making this as fast as possible.
The tip of Riptide continues to poke and prod in places Percy knows Will's been injured, keeping him tethered and aware. Perhaps it's cruel. But what happened to Natalie Goodman, and moreso, what happened to Annabeth Chase that Will was aware of was equally cruel. This isn't cruel enough. This isn't the Will Graham he knows. This...is a monster.
"I've killed plenty of monsters before, Dr. Lecter. What's one more if it means saving other people from someone's cruelty?"]
I know that, too. It's why I know you will receive no mercy on the other side. It's why I know you will remain there, watching and waiting and being surrounded by people who now know who you and Dr. Lecter are. Somehow? I think that might be worse than killing you myself, you know? Feeling them. Knowing what they think. Not being able to disappear like you so desperately want.
["It's like a sponge. Whatever you feel, I absorb. I can see it, I can understand it, and I feel it -- whether I want to or not. "
"I'm committed to him though, I'll say that much. So I can understand how you feel about Annabeth."
No. He knows now that he was wrong. What Will and Hannibal feel for each other is a fucked up, twisted dirty kind of love. Love and cruelty often tie together, and strangely, he thinks of what Aphrodite once said to him.
“Love conquers all. Look at Helen and Paris. Did they let anything come between them? Follow your heart.” “But... I don't know where it's going. My heart, I mean.” “Not knowing is half the fun. Exquisitely painful, isn't it? Not being sure who you love and who loves you? Don't worry. I'm not going to let this be easy and boring for you. No, I have some wonderful surprises in store. Anguish. Indecision. Oh, you just wait.”
The sword starts to trace its way up, a thin line right up the middle of Will's chest.]
I'm glad, too. [It's said softly, though he doesn't answer the first question.] You once asked me if I was bound to be a hero or bred to kill given who I am. Do you remember what I said to you then? [There's a light twhack with the flat of his blade into Will's ribs.] I think this is my next war. Or, at least, my next battle. You once asked me to understand, Mr. Graham. So why? I'd like to understand why you did this to her. Why did you allow this to happen?
Did you default? Or did you simply look too much and saw something you didn't like?
no subject
"If we find the right culprit it's not revenge. It's justice."
"It's revenge if you do it, and you don't make it as fast as you possibly can."
He found the culprit. He knows prayers go unanswered in this place, but he prays that Natalie will think to forgive him for not making this as fast as possible.
The tip of Riptide continues to poke and prod in places Percy knows Will's been injured, keeping him tethered and aware. Perhaps it's cruel. But what happened to Natalie Goodman, and moreso, what happened to Annabeth Chase that Will was aware of was equally cruel. This isn't cruel enough. This isn't the Will Graham he knows. This...is a monster.
"I've killed plenty of monsters before, Dr. Lecter. What's one more if it means saving other people from someone's cruelty?"]
I know that, too. It's why I know you will receive no mercy on the other side. It's why I know you will remain there, watching and waiting and being surrounded by people who now know who you and Dr. Lecter are. Somehow? I think that might be worse than killing you myself, you know? Feeling them. Knowing what they think. Not being able to disappear like you so desperately want.
["It's like a sponge. Whatever you feel, I absorb. I can see it, I can understand it, and I feel it -- whether I want to or not. "
"I'm committed to him though, I'll say that much. So I can understand how you feel about Annabeth."
No. He knows now that he was wrong. What Will and Hannibal feel for each other is a fucked up, twisted dirty kind of love. Love and cruelty often tie together, and strangely, he thinks of what Aphrodite once said to him.
“Love conquers all. Look at Helen and Paris. Did they let anything come between them? Follow your heart.”
“But... I don't know where it's going. My heart, I mean.”
“Not knowing is half the fun. Exquisitely painful, isn't it? Not being sure who you love and who loves you? Don't worry. I'm not going to let this be easy and boring for you. No, I have some wonderful surprises in store. Anguish. Indecision. Oh, you just wait.”
The sword starts to trace its way up, a thin line right up the middle of Will's chest.]
I'm glad, too. [It's said softly, though he doesn't answer the first question.] You once asked me if I was bound to be a hero or bred to kill given who I am. Do you remember what I said to you then? [There's a light twhack with the flat of his blade into Will's ribs.] I think this is my next war. Or, at least, my next battle. You once asked me to understand, Mr. Graham. So why? I'd like to understand why you did this to her. Why did you allow this to happen?
Did you default? Or did you simply look too much and saw something you didn't like?