[There is a creature shaped like he is. It walks upright, it carries a weapon in its hand. It looks and it walks and it speaks. It has the skin and mien of a man.
But it's not a man. Hannibal knows.
Men - women - people and progress and humanity, they are only illusions. They play at being better than the basest animals. They lord free will and intricate thought over the beasts they fear most in the wild. And this is not the civilization that he cherishes so. Cherishes. Cherished. What did civility and politesse matter in a world made up of the rude?
He licks his lips, fingering the butter knife. It's turned up against his forearm again, hiding its bloody state; there is no hiding the shiv's work.
There is no hiding the blood on his face, his shirt.]
Frazzled. Yes.
[What does hiding it matter, if there is no true vision of humanity left to hide it from?]
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But it's not a man. Hannibal knows.
Men - women - people and progress and humanity, they are only illusions. They play at being better than the basest animals. They lord free will and intricate thought over the beasts they fear most in the wild. And this is not the civilization that he cherishes so. Cherishes. Cherished. What did civility and politesse matter in a world made up of the rude?
He licks his lips, fingering the butter knife. It's turned up against his forearm again, hiding its bloody state; there is no hiding the shiv's work.
There is no hiding the blood on his face, his shirt.]
Frazzled. Yes.
[What does hiding it matter, if there is no true vision of humanity left to hide it from?]
You're armed. [You monster.]