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     He watched as Will stepped backwards, intrigued at the physical manifestation of his mental rewind. Whatever he was noticing, whatever he was seeing, was entirely in his own mind. Hannibal was struck by how unused he was to not being able to interpret what exactly someone was thinking. Very few people had unique thought processes; Will seemed to be one of these. He smiled lightly to himself and Will at a distance, trying to keep his footsteps silent to not disturb the other.
     They now stand back from the house, back from the carnage. Jack is discussing something with Katz, though Hannibal can see that his eyes keep darting back to Will. Of course, he must make sure his favourite tool is well-kept. Make sure the thing works well enough to work. Though it doesn’t matter much if it falls apart later, so long as it keeps being useful. Will, he notices, is nothing but Jack’s tool. An extension of his own power. And as independent as Will may try to be, may think himself to be, he goes along with it. Interesting. Hannibal takes a few more steps, standing to the side and looking over the scene again.
     Suddenly, Will began to talk again. It was furious, almost manic. Though they’ve worked together for some time, Hannibal hasn’t ever seen him in the very middle of a realisation of this magnitude. The man seemed to be overcome by his own imagination. Jack turned his full attention back to Will, and Hannibal watched as Will continued on with his deductions, though they’re hardly that. Deductive reasoning  or, more correctly, inductive reasoning, relies on inferences and drawn conclusions. There is a drop of water, ergo there must be an ocean. This was nothing of that kind. This was pulling fact directly from experience. This was reliving a madness that must seem foreign to Will’s own. This was entering the mind-palace of another, tearing open the curtains and forcing yourself to look into the darkest corners. In short, this was amazing. 
     ”Revenge against who?” Hannibal asked, when Will had opened his eyes again, and looked to be more himself. He paused for a moment, thinking. “You say he may be trying to finished Pickton’s work. Then, there will be more victims.”

“Revenge against everyone who put a stop to their … game. This,” He breaks off to wave a hand over the bloodied yard with distaste, “Is just a warning. They want people to notice them, they want the attention. This isn’t a copy-cat. No, this is a co-producer. ”

He could see Jack, Beverly and the rest of the crew stare at him as he gives his analysis, as they always do. He’d learned to pretend he doesn’t notice the looks he gets when he walks down the halls of the Academy, he’d learned to pretend he doesn’t hear it when others whisper about him, he’d learned to pretend that he isn’t a freak. 

                             Jack Crawford treats you like his f r a g i l e little tea cup

                                        Used only for special guests

                             You’re nothing but a TOOL to him, Will. Wrapped up nicely and with a bow on top. As soon as you are no longer of use to him, he will toss you aside for  {another one}. 

                                                                        Are you trying to a l i e n a t e me from Jack Crawford?

He takes a shaky breath and tries to shoo the thoughts away. Jack Crawford didn’t just think of the profiler as a tool did he. Will gave the agent his respect and should get it back in return; he could care less about Zeller or Pierce, or even Katz. 

His eyes meet Hannibal’s for a fleeting second before he looks away again. He wonders what the doctor sees him as –

                                            The mongoose I want under the house

                                                           When snakes slither by

                                      snakessnakessnakessnakessnakes what kind of snake?

“…Does anyone have any asprin?”