dear_mun | probs gon' be spoilarz in the comments oh dear lord

You must be Will Graham. I've heard so much about you.

I'm sure a lot of people are going to have heard a lot of different things about me now. I don't generally have access to a computer, so I don't know how deep Freddie Lounds has buried me, but I'm sure the rest of the media is going to follow in similar footsteps.

I don't trust the media for information, and I certainly don't waste my time reading ill-reputable tabloids, Mr. Graham.

I am here because we have a friend in common. [Yes she said 'friend.' And yes, the sincerity on her face is frighteningly calm and unafflicted.]

And just which friend would that be? I don't seem to have that many anymore.

Dr. Lecter, of course. [ Subtleties and apparent oblivious neutrality. This is Bedelia's design. ]

[Her design is gorgeous, like her hair. But. Her neutrality is a little irritating.] I'm afraid you're mistaken. We don't have any friend in common in that case.

In what way are you his friend?

Hmm, I suppose "friendly professional acquaintances", I think, would be more precise terminology. [Not really. But shh.]

I told Jack Crawford I believed you were lucky to have Hannibal among your list of friends. I believed his support and guidance would be able to help you. He is...grieved that he was unable to save you. He takes your illness very personally. He prides himself on his professional insight. That he could not help you in time is a cause of deep regret and frustration for him.

[Yes she knows, but she won't play it that way, of course.]

There's nothing friendly about that snake slithering by. [And he the mongoose hiding as it passed.]

I can't do much convincing from where I am now. And all of the evidence put me here. So I don't imagine you'd be very receptive to my advice, but if there's any part of you willing to listen to anything I have to say, I hope it's this: get out if you can. [Not 'while you can'. He knows full well, with time and charm, how impossible it is to extricate oneself from Hannibal's pull.]

[Unless it slithered by another snake, with no desire to be extricated, but to watch the events unfold, and participate when necessary.

She tilts her head, wearing a mask of trouble sincerity.] I have heard rumors that you believe you were framed, but if you are insinuating this was done by Hannibal then I'm afraid you will have a very hard time finding anyone to listen. Any evidence that might point to him would in equal part still be evidence against yourself. More or less.

[She shifts her weight, deciding her course.] Of course, as Hannibal's psychiatrist, if you feel he is in any sort of trouble, or presents a danger, I am both personally interested in what you have to say, as well as legally obligated.

[Nevermind that her reasoning in this is a)show, b)it looks good to cover any of her own involvement with Hannibal, should he ever get caught, to be able to show that she was open and receptive to evidence against him and c)in order to help ensure he does not get caught, gather information that others might seek to eventually use against him, so he can cover and deal with it. Bedelia is a very sly and crafty animal herself.]

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[Watch his eyebrows find a resting point about halfway up his forehead. His psychiatrist had a psychiatrist. And nobody else can see.]

Doctor, I have absolutely no doubts that you two must have talked about me, and I know you can't reveal what your conversations entail. But he must have given you a certain impression of me.

So, as an outside source, supposedly untainted by wild tabloid speculation, do you think I killed Abigail Hobbs? Do you think I murdered all of the others?

Perhaps.

[How much do you really see, Will?]

[Everything. All of it. At least, he thinks so.] Would you argue otherwise, Doctor?

[Good. Maybe he can stop fighting it then.]

I'd argue that next year will be very interesting.

I doubt you'll find anyone who would suggest otherwise. I can't imagine whose fault that is.

Next year, perhaps it will be thanks, and not blame, that we discuss.

I have nothing to thank you for.

You will.

Is that so? Because jail and keeping me from treatment and killing all those people--none of that deserves a thanks.

Then perhaps you should consider what does.

Not ruining my life! You're only helping yourself, certainly not me.

I'm helping you see.

If you wanted me to see you, there were easier ways.

Not just me, Will. It's all right to look.

I know what is and isn't all right. My moral compass is much in a much stronger direction than yours.

Is it? Your morals tell you what is right and what is not, but can they tell you what is true?

Yes. [Maybe not, but he's feeling snappy. He's hardly in the mood to be playing these mind and word games.]

[Should have picked better friends.]

Yours is a fascinating moral system, then. Truly astounding. It's a shame our paths didn't cross sooner.

Fine. My moral system doesn't tell me the truth. But truth seems to be a variable thing when it comes to you. What I see is the truth, but nothing pins you to it. The evidence doesn't match up.

I'd still like to know how you did that.

Not all of us.

...There are still--theories. A little desperate, and would indicate you've been mutilated, and given you 15 minutes of fame, you'd still be recognizable without grave facial injury or plastic surgery--but there are theories that you might still be out there.

I'm...sorry. I know I wasn't right when I took you. You had every right to run away. I was angry; I felt...betrayed. I thought you were just like your father, but I'm sorry for everything that happened. We were both very, very wrong.

[ she's heard the theories. she's going to be living a few of them from now on. but with canon evidently it's a little safer to assume the worst. ]

I'm sorry too. [ optimal time to confess she knew that hannibal was a serial killer all along passing by in 3, 2, 1... ] I thought I could use you to get away. Outrun everything my dad did, made me do. [ tentatively including nicholas boyle in that. ] Hannibal said that I was a victim, not a monster. I guess he was right.

I'm so sorry. I was just scared and I had to leave you. If I'd stayed-- maybe I'd be able to see, too.

No, no, I was--I was having an episode. I shouldn't have left the hospital at all. Maybe if I hadn't, you... [But how much of it was a return of a fever, and how much of it was the encephalitis? He may never truly know.] I could have been dangerous. We were both scared and angry and hurt.

I shouldn't have asked you to take me back. It was stupid. All of it was...

You were terrifying, Will. Really, really scary. And in that place where-- If I sat and thought about any of it for ten minutes, everything could have been better, right? I was an accomplice, but he made me. And- and-- I was scared.

This was not how any of it was supposed to be.

Even the good doctor didn't want us to go, and you know what, that might have been the first honest bit of advice he's ever given. [He gives a humorless laugh. It'd be funny if it wasn't so pathetically sad.] I'm sorry you've never had any good fathers in your life. And I shouldn't have tried to insert myself into that kind of position. It was...unfair to you.

[She can't help it, she has to laugh, too. Sometimes it's all you can do to let the emotions out.] Yeah. This whole thing-- he orchestrated it all, and he played us. I thought-- I really thought he was going to help me.

No, Will-- don't do that. You were great. You were what I needed. Need. You understand. I'm glad I had you as a father. Even if it was only for a while.

I mean, hey, there are theories. I could see you again.

He still thinks he's helping me somehow. In his own demented way. I'm sorry this happened to you because of me. I know he did it, but I still feel...responsible.

Maybe Freddie Lounds can still write your biography.

He isn't. He thought he was helping all of us. It's-- I still wanted his help. I don't understand it! [She shakes her head quickly.] No. All of this happened, at least, to me, because of my dad. You had nothing to do with it. You were just trying to help.

Yeah, maybe. [That gets a dry chuckle.]

probs gon' be spoilarz in the comments oh dear lord

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[i hope you don't mind if i jump the gun til canon is confirmed & assume she knows things]

it's goddess bedelia she probably knows ALL the things

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