Eat the Rude

;; Having reached a milestone, I want to show my gratitude and appreciation to all of you who make my being here nice, entertaining and fun. I wouldn’t enjoy this place so much if you weren’t here, supporting, interacting and just being a bunch of beautiful people. So, thank you to all of you. I am really, really grateful for each and every one of you! These are the special ones.

At that moment, he caught a view of the accent table in his peripheral vision, giving yet another polite smile. “More apologies, for moving your things. I was not thinking clearly at the time. The shower helped a great deal with bringing me back to reality.” The boy gave a stern nod, his smile widening to show teeth. “I cannot thank you enough for your hospitality, mister. Though, to avoid repetition, I shall say it no more, unless completely necessary.” There was a small pause, barely a few seconds, as the boy pondered before speaking again. “And… might I apologize once more for my excessive talking? It has simply been an odd sort of day, and, though I am better now, my mind is still not in the correct place.”

“I can assure you that there is no need to apologise. I do not see you as an intruder. After all, you were in need of help.” There was the slightest of pauses before he continued, “And I would be more than happy to clean the mess myself.” He wouldn’t have a guest working around his house for him, and Hannibal was just about as meticulous in cleaning as he was with having his possessions in order. At least he was polite – perhaps that would be his visitor’s redeeming factor.

“There is no harm in talking,” he answered, “it is better to talk than to stay silent.” While he did listen to people speak all day, as would be in his job description, he didn’t mind talking or listening even more than he already had to. He enjoyed the company of others, and didn’t believe that he would ever to be one to tire of such things.

So far on Hannibal (one gif per episode).

Parallels

When he spoke, she looked down at her hands to hide the little smile on her face. So she had a guideline. All this unlocked countless opportunities. The rude of the world… it was clear Hannibal disliked impoliteness. Abigail would learn to hate it. 

"The rude…" she repeated, looking up at him. "That’s who you think should die?" It was difficult to tell exactly what Hannibal wanted her to do; she felt it was unlikely that he actually wanted her to murder anyone, but he hadn’t opposed her yet—part of her detected that he may have even been subtly encouraging her. 

Mulling over these opportunities, she quirked her lips into a sly smile and folded her hands in her lap.

"Know of any rude people the world doesn’t need anymore?"

With Abigail’s near repetition – a need for closure – of his words, Hannibal responded with a simple, “Yes.” And then there was a small moment of silence, as though Abigail were thinking through the decision; choosing whether one would lead a pure and innocent life over one of murder and potential jail time would have been difficult for somebody like her, who no longer had a moral compass pointing in any particular direction, and could very well choose her own fate.

And, if Hannibal were anybody else, he would have given a smile in response to her choice.

“Plenty,” he replied. “But for now it would be best if you got some rest, and we can discuss this more in the morning.”