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[am_i_a_monster]

I've been wondering about love lately. Not just romantic love, any kind of love. I was told that every love is different and unique. It seems like it doesn't matter - love always messes people up. Like love always end up hurting people in one way or another. People hurt the ones they're supposed to love or hurt themselves or hurt someone else. Or they leave us, even if they don't want to, and that hurts.

[Long pause.]

So why do I...why does anyone want to be loved?

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[am_i_a_monster]

Not officially. He couldn't have adopted me legally.

[It would have been a life always on the run from the FBI, the press and others. She believes Hannibal would have made it a good life despite that. He had money and plans for them in Europe.]

But we were like family. Me and him. It was going to be Will too.

[That hadn't happened and now she's not sure how she fits in with Will here.]

Hannibal became my guardian after my parents died, so he could take me out of the hospital sometimes, before I lived with him. He'd cook for me and I'd help him with the dishes afterwards. We would talk. It was better than any of the therapy at the hospital.