(HANNIBAL) Do we talk about teacups and time and the rules of disorder? (WILL) The teacup is broken. It'll never gather itself back together again. (HANNIBAL) Not even in your mind?

As the room swims, Hannibal's face morphs into Will’s own face and then back again.

(WILL) I told him to leave. I wanted him to run.

(HANNIBAL) Put your head back. Close your eyes. Wade into the quiet of the stream.

(HANNIBAL) Must I denounce myself as a monster while you still refuse to see the one growing inside you?

Hannibal smiles, seeing a glimpse of the old Will Graham.

(HANNIBAL) He’s nothing like me. We see the world in different ways, yet he can assume my point of view.

(HANNIBAL) What about your life? I’m your friend, Will. I don’t care about the lives you save. I care about your life.

(WILL) I don’t find you that interesting. (HANNIBAL) You will.

(HANNIBAL) Stay with me. (WILL) Where else am I going to go?

(HANNIBAL) Hello? (WILL) They know...

(FREDDIE) All that fuss about Dr. Lecter. Will even tried to kill him. Now they’re back in therapy together. And another former patient is dead.

(HANNIBAL) Do you know what an imago is, Will?

(HANNIBAL) I'm your psychiatrist, Will. I only want what's best for you.

(WILL) You wanted me to embrace my nature, doctor. Just following the urges I kept down for so long, cultivating them as the inspirations they are.

(WILL) Maybe he admires their ability to connect the way human minds can't. (HANNIBAL) Yours can.

(WILL) I felt so betrayed by you. All that felt real to me was the betrayal. I trusted you. I needed to trust you. (HANNIBAL) You can trust me.

(WILL) I would be a good father. Hannibal smiles warmly. He imagines Will would.

(HANNIBAL) I believe that's what they call a ‘mic drop.’ You dropped the mic, Will, but here you are having to come back and pick it up again.

(WILL) Ding-dong, the Dragon's dead. (HANNIBAL) Are congratulations in order?