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[ Will doesn't have a boat, not even one that he could spruce up a little bit. Maybe the people on the Island he's stranded on took them all before he started looking? What he does have, however, is an old boat engine, yes that's right, a genuine boat engine he's fixed up and into working order. ]

Hows that song go again? I got the cards but not the luck. I got the wheel but not the truck- or eh, well, I got the engine but not the boat in this case.

[ It was what seemed like almost a whole year ago now since Will received the item from home. Miriam Day was the one who found it and returned it back to him, Will had been tinkering with it since then, managed to fix it up pretty nicely. Now hopefully he could put it to some good use. ]

I er, I need a boat. I'm on the West most Island, where the Colosseum and Hope and Fear's temples are. I cant find all of my animals over here and believe they might have gotten themselves scattered during the shift...

[ So far, Will had only managed to round up about half of the 14 Fenic Fox he'd rescued prior to the City relocating. Needless to say, it was stressing him out. ]

I can help fit this engine to the boat, make it go faster. In exchange for a little boat trip across all four Islands, that is. I'm not bothered about it after that, you can keep the engine.

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I've never... Never thought of it like that before.

[ If that was the case, then Abigail had always been his torch. He'd always tried to be better for her, tried to be his best, there was no one he cared for as much as her.

It was still too early for Will to know such things and Hannibal had kept it from him, for now at least. He'd have to deal with those feelings if or when it came up. For now? For now, Abigail was innocent, just a little broken from bad handling. ]

Honestly? No, I don't - But I can't help it. I see the badness before I see the good, like a crack of light in the window through a broken blind... It's distracting.

[ Deep down, Will already knows Abigail probably lies to him. She was more inclined to Hannibal and his attitude so it was a given she would pick up some of his traits. ]

Wow, okay.

[ Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and raisin his brows. If there was one way to make Will actually feel like the father he longed to be, it was by guilt tripping him. Congratulations. ]

You put up a fierce fight, Abigail. You got me there. Okay, you can come too, on at least one of the trips, but not the first one, okay? Let me get a feel of what we're up against then you can come too.

I've always need other people to bring me out of bad places. It's got to be the right torch, you know? The support groups never worked for me. Hannibal was the torch when I was in the hospital. Freddie and Dr. Bloom too, in a way. When I was alone, that's when it felt like there was no way out. Just darkness.

[With her dad, when she felt she couldn't tell anyone else what was going on. When she was in hiding and Hannibal had to work, or spend time with Will - that's when she felt surrounded by her own guilt and the ghosts of her past.]

You don't always see the badness first.

[He didn't with her, not seeing it until he brought her to her dad's cabin. He didn't see it in Hannibal either. Maybe he just needed people to be better at hiding it. Like her. She's good at manipulation too.]

Okay. But send me a message or call or something when you reach the other islands. Let me know you didn't sink.

[Drowning's worse than the other dangers. She felt like she was drowning in her own blood after her dad cut her throat.]

[ 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?

Maybe you're just looking for something familiar to cling to. You spent so much time in people's heads. People like my dad. Maybe it started to feel like the only thing that's real is the darkness and the light's just an act that people on.

[Maybe he's more like her than she thought. On some level, she saw Hannibal as a father figure, like her dad. She sought him out and stayed with him even after he told he'd cut her throat as her father did.]

You didn't see the badness in Hannibal. You didn't see it in me.

[She nods and gives him a small smile.]

Yeah, I can do that. I think Winston likes me. If you do catch some fish, I can cook it up.

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