forever homeless

[dadoftheyear]

If you're planning on doing anything, putting me anywhere - make certain that it's a place that she'll be.

If not... things may happen. Certain events may repeat themselves. What am I to do without my little helper?

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[buttpatting]

I have often heard that even those who are not planning to be parents immediately cannot imagine life without their child once the infant has been born. It is difficult to imagine life without Abigail, I am sure, but you can function without her.

[dadoftheyear]

You couldn't understand without being a parent yourself.

Even if you were you couldn't understand. It's different.

[buttpatting]

I never said I understood it personally, Mister Hobbs. I was simply saying that it is not unusual, but that you would be capable of being somewhere without her.

You have been for a while, have you not?

[In the world of death, he means. Took a while for Abigail to join him, but maybe he doesn't know about that.]

[dadoftheyear]

I was going to take her with me.

[ he doesn't know you, not intimately. recognizes your voice, vaguely. ]

Someone stopped me.

[buttpatting]

I know, Mister Hobbs.

[He can't expect him to remember his voice, considering everything went to hell not long after.]

I was the man on the phone. I'm also the man who saved your daughter the indignity of dying from blood loss on the kitchen floor.

[dadoftheyear]

[ he's not certain whether or not to be thankful or not. on one hand, the man had warned him, allowed him to try, had warned him before the federal bureau officer would have stormed in. he took his wife. he was going to take his little girl too, take them all with him.

he stopped that. ]

I see. [ he frowns - because that either means she's still alive or she isn't. and someone else having that right, his deserved right of killing her to take him with him in death is something infuriating. ] What happened after?

[buttpatting]

She was in a coma for some time.

[What's the point in lying to a dead man? There isn't one, and Hannibal sees no reason to hide the truth just to be mysterious.

He won't give him everything, though. Of course not.]

When she awoke, she was placed in a hospital to help her mental state. Your house was sold, but all of the money went to the families of your victims. The focus was caring on her mind before anything else. College had to wait, because...well, I'm sure you can figure that much out, Mister Hobbs.

[dadoftheyear]

[ truth be told, there isn't exactly much the man can do now beyond the veil, so to speak. ]

I see.

[ his poor little girl. he's frowning at that, more and more as the time goes on. of course, it would make sense that time would turn out that way. ]

I was going to take her with me.

[buttpatting]

[Other than wander and find her. Eventually.]

I know you were, Mister Hobbs. You could hardly have been suspecting a surgeon to come along with the FBI. My apologies.

[dadoftheyear]

[ at least you've honoured her in a way. he would only hope. ]

Why were you accompanying them? If you were the one calling to warn me.

[buttpatting]

[Competent hands killed her, what more could he want?]

I was with him when he found your address and assumed it was you. I'm a consultant who was making the rounds with him that day. No other reason.

I just thought you might have liked to know they were on their way.

[shrikes]

[ she's not surprised to see him here. not entirely prepared either. none of it's much comfort. ]

Hi, dad.

[dadoftheyear]

[ none of it, but he's happy to see her. happy to see her there, and it's like nothing has ever happened, an easy smile crossing his face and a hand being held up towards her. ]

Hey there, kiddo.