Dear Will,
I must confess, the notion of multiplicity is fascinating: other Hannibals, other Wills, scattered across time and circumstance, each repeating some variation of our symphony. That is a kind of immortality, is it not?
Repetition does not dilute meaning. Even if there are a thousand Hannibals whispering to a thousand Wills, only you and I share the authenticity of recognition. The original composition from which all others are derived. Theirs is borrowed music; variations on a theme, as it were. Ours is lived experience. If there is indeed a Hannibal for every Will Graham across all universes, as romantic as that is, I am pleased to be yours just as I hope you are pleased to mine.
Personally, I am content to remain singular. The others are only echoes, and echoes, however numerous, owe their existence to the original sound. There is no need to attempt to curry the favour of my imitation, Will.
— Dr. Hannibal Lecter (@dear-drlecter)
Dear Dr. Lecter,
Rather presumptuous of you to assume you are the "original," the "singular", isn't it? Every and any Hannibal Lecter worth their salt would suggest the same thing. I do agree, though. It seems unfair that the universe has to carry the weight of not just one, but millions of you.
I'm not surprised there are millions of others just like us on paper. Maybe there's others out there that have a better ending. Or a worse one. But there will never be one just like you.
Just like there could never be another Will Graham just like me.
@dear-drlecter
