[While Alana was in a coma and Hannibal struggled with the death toll, he walked Winston twice a day for a week. He remembers that, confused why he doesn't remember it with more kindness. There is a detachment in all his memories that just don't make sense to him now.
He hears the invitation and steps inside with a small nod. In lieu of sitting beside Will on the bed, he leans against the wall, clasping his hands in front of him to keep them still.]
I cannot promise anything more.
[There is a hollowness inside, and he breathes in slowly before letting his breath out in a rush.]
Sometimes, people will come back. [It's a tentative, empty hope, a spark that may die unless fanned.]
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He hears the invitation and steps inside with a small nod. In lieu of sitting beside Will on the bed, he leans against the wall, clasping his hands in front of him to keep them still.]
I cannot promise anything more.
[There is a hollowness inside, and he breathes in slowly before letting his breath out in a rush.]
Sometimes, people will come back. [It's a tentative, empty hope, a spark that may die unless fanned.]