HANNIBAL'S OFFICE - NIGHT-
Hannibal and Jack enjoy brandy by the fire. Winter can be seen falling through the open windows. "You knew, from the moment you walked into his classroom, that you were putting Will in a potentially destructive environment." Hannibal tells Jack, "I had eight college girls dead in Minnesota. He and Dr. Bailie caught their killer." Jack says as he stares at the fire. "He also caught their killer's disease. He can't stop thinking about what it is to take a life. And Dr. Bailie's mind is starting to blur the lines of only feeling the killers or the victims emotions. It's overwhelming her '' Hannibal expresses his concern.
"I'd rather Will Graham and Dr. Caroline Bailie go a little mad than some innocent lose their
life. And I think they would rather that, too." Jack says with a determined tone. His mind had been made up. "Will and Caroline are innocents." Hannibal says softly, Hannibal then looks to Jack, his eyes conveying the sadness and regret he feels. Jack understands Hannibal's sentiment and nods in agreement. "Yes they are and I know they are going to survive. Will is genuine and Caroline is Compassionate. He'll always come back to being Will. And Caroline will be calmed by Will." Jack expresses his non-concern.
"Not always. So far. He saw a neurologist today. They found nothing wrong with him. He was very upset by that." Hannibal Explains, "He wanted something to be wrong?" Jack questions with a raised eyebrow.
"He wanted an answer that wasn't mental illness."
"Do you think Will is mentally ill?" Hannibal considers his answer carefully.
"The problem Will and Caroline have is too many mirror neurons. Our heads are filled with them when we're children. Supposed to help us socialize and melt away. But Will held onto his, which makes knowing who he is a challenge. He's always reflecting those around him." Hannibal explains.
"It's a mild form of echopraxia".
"When you take Them to a crime scene, Jack, the very air has screams smeared on it. In those places, They don't just reflect, they absorb. They absorb in different ways but absorb nonetheless." Hannibal's words reflect the importance of the environment in which an individual is raised. He highlights how the external environment can shape an individual's personality and even how they process information. This is a reminder that the environment matters and can have a lasting impact on an individual's identity.
WOODED HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT-
Will walks slowly into the dark bedroom. He turns on the
lamp on the night stand. Replaying the recollections in his
head. The stain from the murder still coats the floor.
"It's 10:36 PM. I'm in Greenwood, Delaware. My name is Will Graham." He edges toward the bed. He crouches to find – A PAIR OF EYES staring at him from beneath the bed. Will's frozen. Dream or reality? When suddenly – THE BED OVERTURNS TOWARD HIM The lamp on the night stand is SMASHED.
In the FLASH of the exploding bulb, a SHAPE darts past Will, a DEAD YOUNG WOMAN, her skin yellowed and filthy, the whites of her eyes filled with blood. It may as well be the walking corpse of Beth LeBeau haunting Will's waking nightmare of murdering her. But it's not. Will grabs her by the elbow. With a sickening sound, a whole SHEATH OF SKIN PEELS OFF HER ARM, leaving Will holding the macabre "glove." Before Will's horror can quite take hold, we...Instead of holding the glove of skin, it's a flashlight. He's no longer in the bedroom.
We are –
WOODED HOUSE - NIGHT-
Will focuses his eyes. Swivels around. , a sense of frightful dislocation, the WOODED HOUSE in the deep, deep background. There's no sign of the Dead Young Woman. Will looks at his watch and winces. Will Graham has "lost time" again. Loud enough to hear if the Dead Young Woman was near: "It's 1:17 AM. We are in Greenwood, Delaware. My name is Will Graham. And you are alive. If you can hear me. You are alive." the expansive, silent night...

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Twisted Minds
Fiksi PenggemarHow does one define right and wrong? The answer is you can't. Everyone's definition is different. How did I end up so far from who I was before I met, Will Graham and Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Why do I like who I am Now? The blood that sprays on my face...