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“You’ll have to be more specific, Agent Crawford.”

“Last night, at 23:38 pm. A security camera recorded you next to the last crime scene that we are investigating.”

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My character has been committed to an asylum. Send me ☤ for their reaction to yours visiting them.

       ―My, Agent Crawford, what’s the occasion?

[ His words are acid-coated beneath the veil of cordiality he lives behind even now. Jack doesn’t visit under normal circumstances - he only deigns to show his head before the bars of Lecter’s cell when he wants something.

Lecter is not in the mood for instrumentalist thinking this evening. ]

   ” ― Good evening, Dr. Lecter.” 

   The Agent noticed some discomfort toward his person from the man inside the cell. Now he knew he was, Jack knew that beneath each word, could be hide a lie, the conversation would be difficult because now, the words of Hannibal Lecter were going to be analyzed, he distrusted of him, but at the same time he knew that this person was the only one that he could ask for help.

   ” ― I notice certain displeasure toward my visit, is a bad moment?”