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They had forgotten the nightmares.
It's not something they think about.
Shattered fragments of old memory, sound and image twisted together: Grutas' cold blue eyes, the hard-edged laughter of the looters, that lullaby about the mushroom.
They've begun to fade, with time and revenge, but Hannibal still dreams: this and only this, in mirror with -
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It's morning.
Specifically, it's yesterday morning.
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The Hannibals are sitting in adjacent armchairs, sharing a glass of wine-- by passing it back and forth, of course. They're not so indecorous as to employ their usual method in public.
They look... relaxed.
It's amazing how much better the world looks from the other side of a kill.