[ A part of Will wished and hoped she would mention his name then when listing off all the people she used as a guide from the darkest of places. But how could she? Will was there for one of the darkest, was a factor in why it was such a dark place. He'd been the reason her whole family died that day. Had he not been investigating so hard, Hannibal wouldn't have had to make that phone call, make that visit to her home. No, Will knew she thought differently of him and deep down, it crushed him. ]

Maybe I'm like a moth with a flame. Drawn in by a person's light when really what I'm looking for is the darkness behind it. Bashing in head-on despite knowing what I'm looking for is unhealthy... Sorry, I...

[ He's rambling, getting lost in memory and thought. Her comment made him think though. At the moment, he's not exactly from the same time as Abigail, he had been but Confusion took his memories, reset his brain in a way. ]

What do you mean by that, Abigail?

[ She was indeed like Hannibal, only in a different way, different parts of clay that the Doctor could mould to fit his own as he pleased. Maybe Will was envious of her for that? Her relationship with Hannibal. Without him. ]

Ah, I eh, sure. I'll be sure to keep in contact. Might be able to catch us a nice fish or two. Can you watch over Winston while I'm gone?