In the dark nothing can be heard. In the shadows, a glass is falling.
Closure, Hannibal was not willing to let go of his game yet. Poetry, it was what he would focus on. Harmony, he needed to gain the control of the situation he had lost. Hannibal did not know how he hadn't seen the glass fall.
In the dark nothing can be seen. In the shadows, a glass shatters.
Hannibal had changed. He was far more than a person, Will had been wrong. He was no god, though, Abigail had too been mistaken. Hannibal had become stetics, without secrecy. And that was what he had wanted to make out of Will, who still was stuck on ethics, and that was the force that attracted the glass to its shattering.
In the dark nothing can be known, but a glass has shattered into a million pieces.
The way everything started, the situation untouched, gravitated to its decease. Will sees now what happened, the way everything had moved around him. Hannibal had truly wanted him, not just understand his design, but to show him the possibilities of the creation of his own. Stetics against ethics. A puzzle made of tiny pieces of glass to be solved.