tentative voice test.

[famished]

I suspect there was a certain inevitability in this instance. You think the name charming, too I suppose. Your expectations, are as always, much too high - my role is never the puppet.

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[killerempathy]

No, you much prefer to be the puppeteer.

[ bitter? him? no, what makes you say that? ]

[famished]

As always, your estimation is quite correct. It bothers you?

[now now will, you did suit the part so well. ]

[killerempathy]

You could say that.

[famished]

Do you hate me? I simply did what all men do when they see a corner in the distance, dear friend: I survived.

[fine_young]

*The younger man bows respectfully--as befits speaking to an elder, if alternate, self.* I've heard quite a bit about you from my mun, sir.

[killerempathy]

I don't think 'hate' could even begin to cover what I feel towards you right now, Dr. Lecter.

[famished]

A natural reaction. A shame, nonetheless.

[killerempathy]

Is it?

[ come on, hannibal, what did you think was going to happen? the friendship ship has sailed. ]

[designates]

It's easier when you're reaching for the shadow of something than attempting to tread the reality of the ground just beneath your feet.

[ hi buddy didja miss me and my stupid metaphors ]

[famished]

Reaching for a shadow is never easy. Tell me Will, do you chase many shadows?

[more than u realise friend. ]

[designates]

I don't need to chase something I'm surrounded by. [ uneasily: ] Or consumed by.

[famished]

It is. I'm very fond of you will. You kept me energetic.

[buttpatting]

Yours is far more charming than mine. You have that much, if nothing else.

[famished]

[smirking. ]

The shadows can do no harm. That which casts them, however, is another matter entirely.

[famished]

Some of us have far more luck than others, it would seem.

[famished]

My reputation proceeds me, it seems.

[fine_young]

Everyone likes to hear about themselves, even an alternate self.

[buttpatting]

Then it's the same as it has always been and should be easy to adjust to.

[killerempathy]

You'll forgive me if I don't seem comforted.

[famished]

It cannot be helped. Somethings are simply inevitable, but I did hope for an alternative outcome.

[famished]

What are we, if not adaptable?

[buttpatting]

Extremely photogenic, apparently.

I always knew we were well-dressed and somewhat handsome, but I never thought we were this easy on the eyes.

[Pop ya colla, Hannibal.]

[famished]

Ah yes, just now I was thinking that perhaps I had developed a new kind of narcissism. It would, I think, be pardoned given that we are to be congratulated on our taste.

[famished]

Perhaps not all that alternate, if the path we take is quite the similar one.

[fine_young]

A different time, but otherwise the same history? *He smiles softly.* The same appetites?