"Hello Will," Hannibal said it as he had said so many times before. He said it the same way every time, a hint of formality with the enthusiasm of informality, a grin on his face said to Will that he was pleased with Will with what happened on the cliff. Will looked over to their host who was eyeing them both with a predatory grin, "Who are you?" he asked their creepy host.

"Allow me to make the introductions," Hannibal turned on the fake charm as he did so often for people he did not trust. This young man was definitely on that list, Will thought. "Will Graham this is a former patient of mine, James Gunn"

He curtsied like a lady, "How do you do."

"Charmed," Will responded dryly, his gaze rested back on Hannibal. The two stayed that way looking at each other for a few moments before Hannibal interjected, "James, perhaps tea would be in order to soothe Mr. Graham's pains."

His face lit up, "You are absolutely right Dr. Lecter! And I have just the tea in mind!" He curtsied again as he left the room, "I won't be long boys, you two play nice."

Now Will and Hannibal were alone together, without the preying eyes of Mr. Gunn watching them, "Play nice?" Will asked bewildered.

Hannibal sat on Will's bedside, "While you slept I was catching up with young Mr. Gunn on my exploits since last we spoke." Hannibal smiled jokingly. "I left out the gory details…mostly."

"They're all gory."

"And there you go being a pessimist again," Hannibal chuckled slightly. "It appears our summer swim did not jar you with a sense of humor, just a mild concussion."

Will glared at his old partner, "You seem pretty cavalier considering…"

"Considering you threw us off a cliff?" Hannibal got closer to look Will in the eyes. "I'm happy Will because I showed you a rare beauty, the purest form of survival and life death and you did not reject it this time." He continued. "Instead you embraced it and proved it by pushing us into life death."

Will stayed silent for moment considering his words, "Can't live with you, can't live without you. It's something Bedelia said to me."

Hannibal's smile went thin, "And how is Bedelia?" he spat out her name callously.

"Alive." Will paused, "Bitter, but alive. Perhaps you should visit her."

Perhaps WE will."

"We?" Will asked. "Meaning you want me to go with you?"

"That is all I have ever wanted." Hannibal said placing a hand on his shoulder. "No more running away leaving clues, we just see the world and embrace life death."

Will weighed his options, he knew from the moment he let Hannibal loose that there was no going back. He spent so many years concealing his dark half and all Hannibal wanted was for him to embrace it. Not to feel ashamed of his mindset or the things he has to think about, to truly become his true self. But there was no room for the real Will, not in his old life, not in the FBI, not even with Walter and Molly. The only thing left was Hannibal.

James reentered the room with the tea, "And what did you boys talk about while I was gone?" he asked coyly as he handed the teacups to both of them.

Hannibal looked at Will and smiled, "We talked about the beauty of change." Will looked at his tea and muttered, "And embracing your darkness."

END PART TWO