[He sips his cup, closes his eyes gently. Focuses on remembering, precisely as he was in the moment. This much, he will give Hannibal in full sincerity. That moment.]
Actions have consequences.
[Lightly enunciated, sure. His eyes open again.]
It wasn't a moment of resentment or disappointment. But we think perhaps it might have been, if we had experienced emotions there, and that may have...hmm, sublimated into his natural casual cruelty. You denied him something, so for a moment he denied you. He had little sense of proportion.
And there was also an element of playing with fire, as boys will. You might have alerted the market, and had him torn apart. But he saw you as a fellow predator too, and too proud to name yourself anything else to bring it down on him.
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Actions have consequences.
[Lightly enunciated, sure. His eyes open again.]
It wasn't a moment of resentment or disappointment. But we think perhaps it might have been, if we had experienced emotions there, and that may have...hmm, sublimated into his natural casual cruelty. You denied him something, so for a moment he denied you. He had little sense of proportion.
And there was also an element of playing with fire, as boys will. You might have alerted the market, and had him torn apart. But he saw you as a fellow predator too, and too proud to name yourself anything else to bring it down on him.