Words
by elfin
"Do you see what he is?!! Do you see what he's done?"
Crawford throws the photos - some in black and white, some in vivid reds
and pinks - on to the desk in front of the weeping man.
"He tried to kill you too, Will!" He holds his breath for a moment
before releasing it, dropping heavily into his chair. The horror strewn
out across the dark wood surface sickens him. It brings back memories
of finding his protégé lying, dying, on the floor of Lecter's
study that terrible night.
He rubs his face with his hands and glances up at his friend. Sighing,
he shakes his head. "How can you ignore what he is?"
Sniffing, Will moves his head from side to side, pressing the heel of his
hand into his left eye. "I'm not."
"Yes, you are!"
Will sits up, tears still running over his pale cheeks. "I know what
he is!"
"Then why?"
He wants to collapse in upon himself. He has lost everything he believed
to be his. The pain of betrayal, once overwhelmed by the agony of
his wounds, now hurts so very much.
Quietly, he speaks. "He's inside me."
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