[ Standing in the middle of a hallway, Will was trying to decide where he wanted to look next in his search for, at the very least, a clean shirt.
The stranger's voice is neither welcome, nor unwelcome, though Will's eyes narrow a little as he tries to determine if this individual is real, or another hallucination incorporeal entity. Like the one who had originally greeted him.
Taking in the tattered clothing hanging from the man's body, the scent of something dark in the air, Will comes down on the side of Carver being, flesh and blood. He won't say real because he hasn't decided what 'real' even means at the moment. ]
As small talk goes, [ he responds, in a very soft almost sing-song like voice ] I've heard worse conversational gambits.
[ Was that an answer to the question? Nope. Is he going to give Carver an answer to his question? Not definitively. If he's learned anything from Hannibal over the years, it is how to converse without ever admitting to anything. ]
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The stranger's voice is neither welcome, nor unwelcome, though Will's eyes narrow a little as he tries to determine if this individual is real, or another
hallucinationincorporeal entity. Like the one who had originally greeted him.Taking in the tattered clothing hanging from the man's body, the scent of something dark in the air, Will comes down on the side of Carver being, flesh and blood. He won't say real because he hasn't decided what 'real' even means at the moment. ]
As small talk goes, [ he responds, in a very soft almost sing-song like voice ] I've heard worse conversational gambits.
[ Was that an answer to the question? Nope. Is he going to give Carver an answer to his question? Not definitively. If he's learned anything from Hannibal over the years, it is how to converse without ever admitting to anything. ]