Hearing his voice Alana looked straight into his eyes trying hard to stay calm and in control of herself, however a more inquisitive look would have noticed that her eyes were shining because of unshed tears and her chin quivered slightly.
She cleared her throat softly -I am aware that you did not expect my visit but I need someone to talk to that I trusted. I apologize for interrupting your normal life with my appearance - she whispered and went through the door, walked a few steps into the exquisitely decorated room, reviewed beautifully handcrafted objects, sculptures and paintings, and could not help but feel, influenced by her mood, that they were banalities, meaningless masks in an infernal dance.
She rubbed her arms and forced herself to keep her composure in front of her mentor but faithful to her transparent and determined personality she did not hesitate to express herself -I feel an immense bitterness, an uneasiness difficult to control … All I want to do is mourn and never stop, how could I be so blind?
He led her further inside to his couch, and motioned for her to sit. Walking into the kitchen, to pour her a cup of tea, he spoke in his usual, voice; casual yet professional.
You were not the only one who didn’t notice the severity of Will’s mental state. It was nearly impossible to clearly ascertain just how serious it was. No one could have know.
You are not blind…
He smiled at her warmly as he handed her the cup.
You are human.
Alana looked to Hannibal straight in the eye while she receives the tea cup. -I should have seen it coming- grimaced to maintain the composure and also for to not get carried away by the intense feelings she was experiencing. -I’m supposed to be his friend and I … - she gave a long sigh, helpless. -The worst thing is that I don’t know what to think: has been he responsible for this whole thing from the beginning? -her hands gripped his knees looking for a fulcrum.
She searched the face of his mentor to find in it some clarity or any indication of assent -I do not know if Will’s the Chesapeak Ripper or the copycat or just a bait that someone very smart is putting on the way- her face darkened with her gaze -This is all very confusing, Dr. Lecter- she left the cup of steaming tea on the table to her right -I may apologize, but I can’t drink tea right now, I need something stronger, I need to forget this whole thing that is tearing me apart.