They meet up in a church. The church is quiet except for the hushed sound of prayer. As Will walks in, his eyes find Hannibal.
The serial killer known as the Chesapeake Ripper has his head bowed in prayer, his lips moving as if consumed in prayer. Will knows better, of course. He knows that Hannibal would never pray, because what was the point? The God these sheep prayed to would never answer the prayers of a monster. Will never prayed either, because what was the point? He was as much a monster as Hannibal, now. He had been molded in the killer's image, after all. At that moment, Hannibal looked up and met Will's eyes. If Will didn't know better, he would say it was a trick of the light, but Hannibal's eyes almost seemed red. And while it once would have bothered him, Will knew that when their eyes met, his eyes shone the same colour-red as blood.
Later, when they lie together, sated, in Hannibal's bed, Will asks if Hannibal was praying. Hannibal, in the quiet yet commanding voice of his, says "I was simply expressing my thanks for the plentiful amount of food on this planet." Both men laugh, and it is a laugh that would make the hairs stand up on the back of your neck, on the razor edge of sanity.
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