Finally caught up with S2. Canon: Hannibal. Warning - SPOILERS.

[dralanabloom]

And now I finally know what all those people meant when they said things would only get worse. Things got worse. Way worse than I ever could have imagined.

[She takes a deep breath]

But now Miriam Lass has been found, the Ripper has been caught and everything can go back to the way it was before all of this started...I wish those words could be true but it's all just wishful thinking. I know that. I know Will still believes Hannibal is the Ripper and he's not going to stop until he proves it to himself. He tried to kill him once and he'll try again.

I'm scared and confused and no matter how I try to convince myself everything will be okay, I know it won't.

I can't be my own psychiatrist anymore. Help me.

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[fine_young]

I'm not a psychiatrist *--yet--* but may I make a suggestion?

Try believing Will for just a few minutes and see if things make more sense. *He smiles, and there's just a hint of baby crocodile to it.*

[dralanabloom]

Of course.

[Alana is always open to suggestions. This boy looks kind of familiar in way but she can't quite put her finger on it. She shakes the feeling off before listening to what he has to say, brow furrowing at his words.]

No...Will wasn't in his right mind when he believed Hannibal to be the Ripper. Besides Miriam identified Chilton as the Ripper. I've known Hannibal for a long time, he's not capable of any of the things he was being accused of.

[...But she's not naive enough to think Miriam couldn't have been manipulated to believe Chilton was the Ripper] You sound like you know something.

[fine_young]

I know several things you don't.

I know that Doctor Lecter saw his parents shot and his sister slaughtered one cold winter when he was very young. I know that his heart is frozen still. I know that the man you know is a beautiful veil over an eight-year-old with a chain frozen to his neck and his dead family in his stomach. I know that demons howl behind his eyes, and the wendigo lurks in his blood.

You have eaten at that tragic Devil's haunted table, and you are damned. But it is a beautiful damnation at least, if that comforts you any. And he means well in an alien way, but the good Doctor's love is indistinguishable from malice. He cares for you. He cares for Will. But his caring for Will involves making him into what he fears to become so he won't have to fear it anymore, and what does that say for you?

[dralanabloom]

So it seems.

[Alana's brow only furrows more and more as she listen to the young man speak. How does he know so much about the man she thought she knew pretty well. Of course he wasn't exactly a very open man and he didn't talk much about his past but she thought she knew him well enough. As well as a friend could. It seems not.

She's not sure whether to believe what she's hearing. Is this young man mentally unstable?]

...Who are you? How do you know so much about Hannibal Lecter?

[fine_young]

I am Hannibal. And I know him as well as anyone can know their futures.

[dralanabloom]

You're....?

[Her eyebrows raise a little before she runs a hand through her hair. Well, this is slightly awkward. Obviously this boy knows more...about himself that he's telling her outright. And he's obviously more willing to talk about personal matters than the older self she knows.]

I've heard this can happen around here. Younger versions, other versions of people. It's still strange to meet one.

[fine_young]

*He nods.* I believe we come from slightly different universes, so I can be honest without changing things too much.

It is just as strange to meet a potential future. *His smile is just slightly dangerous.* Good to know that I'm safe a while yet, though. If you've been his close friend for years and he's still not the first person you'd suspect if asked to name the serial killer in your life, then I have high hopes for the future.