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Will looked in the mirror. What if it looked back at him? But there is no mirror. What was he looking at?
Is it out there?
“Will, can you hear me? Will, I need you to tell me you can hear me. Will!”
The inside of Will Graham’s mind is as expected; and you ran and he ran as well, then the party at the doctor’s– Abigail, no, Hobbs, you remember how he died? No, do you remember his dear wife? You didn’t save her and you only felt pity, or grief maybe, for a moment. For a second.
Will retorted, “I was on the chase, I needed to catch Hobbs…”
His head was rolling-or was it flashing? It was empty yet carved around in bloody gaps of flesh with dull horns, Remember how you found the girls, the girls who he loved.
Will you love the same way?
Killing the people around you?
Will you enjoy it?
“ Shut up .” he snapped,
Be quiet, lamb.
Be silent and full of misery
Something inside him smiled, something that wasn’t him, is that a possibility? Not of having more than one person inside you, but potentially being two sides of the same, yet different person. Or would you have to give them names, assign routines for when you feel them and when you don’t?
“ Do they bleed?” Will asked something inside him that wasn’t him while being him eternally.
Yes, and it is your fault they bleed. You made yourself this way you will die and hold all that to your chest, the memories where you killed someone through a looking glass of some other murder,
But you felt it, so to feel is to think and to think is to be, and to be is living, and life is damned
“Will, if you can hear me, focus on my voice.”
“ God, the lights are bright...”, Will thought.
“Yes,” the voice inside him thought , “And you will see them again, and again, and again until-"
“Officer Graham, Will Graham! This is agent Crawford, you’re in the hospital. You need to focus on the sound of Dr. Lecter’s voice. Do you understand?”
Breathing in real life for the first time after being under some sort of tangle is a unfortunate experience,
like welling up everything inside yourself and forgetting about the fact that your flesh and body is held together by reality and not being in the mud, and climbing up to the surface like you’re at the bottom of the ocean.
But it is easy to be done. Especially for a man like Will Graham.