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[ Will hasn't really been around much at all. Finding small comfort in escapism. Fishing was too obvious a choice as was the spot down by the river he'd made for his Fenic fox and Nugs. No, Will had been living low, hiding out in various God's temples and small nooks and crannies not so deep inside the tunnels, practicing how to most efficiently take out some of the monsters with or without a weapon.

His voice is raspy like he hasn't spoken a word in weeks... which is partly true. ]

My mind has been a busy mess of blur and motion. Thoughts buzzing past like worker bees, endlessly in their endeavor... Nauseating- I er, I know a lot of turbulent occurrences have swooped down and splattered, most ungracefully so, all over this shithole of a cavern we have no choice but to call home. It's been testing, to say the least...

[ A moment of silence as Will recalled the fires, the mirrors and so on. That wasn't what he wanted to be focusing on right now. A heavy sigh before he continues. ]

... Such has been out of our control, true, but what about the things that aren't? There's no death here, no justice either, no real justice. Sure, we have the illusion our City Guard like to cast over us, that we're safe and looked after. Frankly, since Jill vanished I can't for certain say I'd trust any of them with my life- Ah, but what does life matter here, huh? No death, no crime. Murderers and monsters are our neighbors. Friendly Mr. Rodgers in his bloodstained sweater...

[ He's rambling, emotional and tired. ]

We need justice. We're ruled by our emotions, literally! God's? What God's?' He reveals the deep things of darkness and brings utter darkness into the light.' Isn't that what a God does? No, all this death, killing, darkness has to stop. We need a system of order, a place to hold the dangerous, a means of judging and sentencing them... How many times can we be revived before it's too late?

... Well, I'm gonna be trying to do something about it, even if I have to do it alone.

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They could have been sick. Like my dad. He didn't take money or anything like that from those girls. Just their...remains. And if you don't know why this guy is sick, that could be a good thing. Maybe you won't have to get into the minds of monsters anymore. You can just be you.

[Or the version of him that Hannibal is creating for their family.]

I didn't die, so I can't say I know what that's like. It must have been awful. I'm sorry.

Yeah, we will. We can all go together the next time you want to fish.

Trouble is, Abigail, I can't just stop getting into the minds of the monsters. It's who I am, this is me. What's troubling me the most, however, is I'm struggling to get into the mind of this monster in particular.

[ Perhaps because it's his own death, his own murder that he's trying to empathize with? Crimes scenes were never easy to digest to start with, especially with the added factor or memories.

It's true, he's different now, from when Abigail last saw him. Hannibal had washed the scales from his eyes, show him the light and beauty behind such dark things. Still, he wasn't quite there, not just yet. ]

It's alright, we're all together now, just like it should be. I'd like that, taking you fishing again.

Do you want to? I wouldn't want to be in my dad's mind, especially not at the end.

Again?

Not if I can help it, no. I've tried. I see myself as both the killer and his victim... It's confusing.

I was inside you fathers head, Abigail... He loved you, he was ill but he loved you, right up until the end.

[ That's right. Abigail was never really here when Will saw her, took her fishing on the lake. She was a hallucination cooked up by the Gods to drain him for their benefit. Almost killed him. ]

I thought I? I er, I must have dreamt it. Sorry.

I saw myself as both killer and victim too in a way. In the mirrors.

I know he did. Every love is different. Hannibal told me that.

It's okay. We can go fishing for real now.

[ The mirrors confused Will. A life without Hannibal, a life of justice and lawfulness. Most people would have thought what Will saw was a good ending. Raised a lot of questions about himself to the surface. ]

You're innocent, Abigail. No matter what you saw. You deserve a better life than this, don't beat yourself up over it.

Hannibal said that? Well, it's true all the same.

[ No matter how bad he was feeling, just talking to Abigail has made him smile again. ]

Alright, its a deal. I'll see if I can make you a rod in the meantime. Mine was a gift from someone here.

[ Sentimental much. ]

This is already a better life than the one I had. I don't have to hide. And I'm not alone here. Before - I was alone every time Hannibal was gone.

He did say it. He loves us in a different way.

I'd like that.

It's not ideal. It's far from normal, dangerous too. You at least have me and Hannibal and you'll never have to feel alone again.

[ Will thinks about it for a while. The love that Hannibal has for them both. The love he has for her. ]

We'll go when I get home. I think I still want to stay here for a while.

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