This is the moment. Jack said do whatever it takes. Alana said do whatever it takes. Hannibal said— do whatever it takes. There is confliction. This is the moment when alliances shatter. Hannibal warned me of his "forgiveness."
Who do I side with? What do I do?
Every moment of every day has lead up to this. For ever action there is an equal but opposite reaction. The entropy of the world is ever increasing. Do I flow with the chaos of the stream? Do I go against it?

"Hello Will"

There he is. My mentor. My friend. My capture. This is the moment. Here it goes.

"Hannibal, Freddie—"

"I know."

He steps closer to me now. There is calculation in every step. He moves as though with friendship but he is armed for war. He's waiting now for me to reply. One wrong word and the letter opener to his left would gladly be launched at my throat. His aim right on and the trajectory perfectly coursed to the jugular. How swiftly it would float. The death almost honorable.