d33tached | maskormenace

Please don't be mad at me.

[Abigail's not sure how to react to it. Her father and Hannibal never showed anger, even as they pulled the knife across her throat.]

I wouldn't want to see him try. I want better for you.

[Even the idea of it is enough to make her feel sick. D33 shouldn't be subjected to Hannibal's violence, especially not for her sake.]

My life isn't mine now. The porter brought me here after I died. It could send me back anytime. Just like Hannibal could kill me anytime after he saved me from my dad. All I have is borrowed time.

[She is so used to being powerless, it's hard to think any other way.]

If he came here again and if he wanted me to go back to him, I would go. It doesn't mean he'd kill me. Things are different here. Hannibal and I could be the family we wanted to be.

He isn't your family Abigail, he's--

[A monster. D33 bites off his own words, stopping to take in a deep breath. Compose yourself, he thinks. Why show this girl such vitriol? Why care about her either way?

[Let her go back to him, D33 thinks - the foolish girl.

[After all, is the venom behind his words not truly directed back at himself? For he knows that, should his own Hannibal arrive within the Porter cities, he is not entirely convinced that he wouldn't do the same.

[But it certainly wouldn't be out of any familial sense. That he thinks, is pure foolishness.]

Forget it. [His words are quick, cold.] Do what you will.

[There's a pause.]

But, do not expect me to associate with that man.

[Or else he - Hannibal - will be the one with a knife in his throat, D33 thinks.]

He's complicated. Families are complicated. My dad, Hannibal.

[She's been trained to associate family love with dependency, with being controlled, even with risking being killed.]

[She frowns as his voice turns cold. She wants him to care. Maybe she even needs him to care. She starts working on the food again, keeping herself from being too emotional again.]

Would it be so hard for you to associate with him? You're a killer too. So am I. He might understand you in ways others can't. Not just because he's killed. He's a psychiatrist. And he's smart. Really smart.

[She knows it makes Hannibal dangerous. It also allowed her to be accepted by Hannibal even with everything her father made her do.]

He's a monster.

[The man nearly spits this - apparently he's not so good at keeping himself from getting too emotional again, but he straightens a moment later, looking stubbornly away.]

Forgive me, Abigail, but from everything you've told me of the man, I can say definitively that I have no interest in making his acquaintance.

Associate with him if you must. I will not.

[A "killer". She makes it sound like a dirty word. 'I'm nothing like that man,' D33 thinks. But he knows it isn't true. Perhaps that's why he got so emotional in the first place.]

Do you think I'm a monster?

[She'll make him look at her if she can.]

Here, take this mixture and start forming it into patties. About this size.

[She demonstrates.]

This is all hypothetical, you know. He might not even come back. He wasn't here that long before.

I think that I would rather not discuss this matter any further.

[He says this, and it's finalized in his mind. He goes about repeating the steps she's just shown him.]

That's a yes, then.

[If she is a monster, then so is he. She busies herself, chopping, slicing and dicing vegetables and cheese for an omelette with incredible speed from her powers. It's a nice distraction. When she's calmer, she looks at him again.]

Good. Now, we can put some oil in a pan and start frying them.

Enough.

[The man practically growls, shooting Abigail a dangerous glare.]

I won't tolerate your putting words into my mouth, girl.

[Said with a surprising amount of vitriol. She's pushing all the right buttons.]

If you would like for me to leave, then I will. I said that I do not want to discuss this anymore.

[Abigail puts the knife down and takes a quick step back from it, not wanting to hurt D33 in a panic. And she does feel panicked. The only thing worse than having him angry at her, would be having him leave. She turns her attention to the stove, staying away from the knife.]

Please don't go.

[D33 is quiet for a long moment. He notes her keeping away from the knife - the fact that she discards it so quickly is almost a little threatening in and of itself. He takes a step back from her as well, but he doesn't stray farther than that. Eventually, quietly, bitterly, he responds:]

We'll have no more talk of this, then.

[It still feels as if he's mad at her. Abigail simply nods and takes some of the patties he made, adding them to a frying pan. She then takes the vegetables she chopped, being careful to avoid the knife itself and works on the omelette. Her hands shake as she works. When she speaks, her voice is quiet and she stammers slightly. ]

It won't take long now for the food to be ready.

Very well, then.

[His voice remains quiet, somewhat irritated, but he steps close to her again, willing to let the topic rest if she will.]

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I'll probably wrap this up here if that's okay with you!

That's okay with me :)