[It's a true assessment, Hannibal being frustrated and annoyed (more than that, even) at his lack of control in the City. He had no real financial reserves, had no degrees and certificates to hang on his wall, had no ridiculously lavish kitchen to call his own. Being taken into a new universe was one thing; to be insulted with housing like the MAC? Another thing entirely. Of course, Hannibal's idea of an insult was always murky and hard to predict, but it was definitely a blow to his pride. His ego. Him and everything he (privately) stood for.
Thank God (if there was one) for Shade. A man who appreciated the finer things, who had access to the finer things, and was agreeable when it came to indulging them with Hannibal. He'd attracted powerful friends all his life. He'd been considered a powerful friend. To see that that part of him remained unchanged wherever he was wasn't a surprise, exactly, but it was refreshing to know he could still fall back on it, his charm and his cultured knowledge. He'd fall back on it as long as he possibly could.
And murder, of course, when he could manage it. Which was, oddly enough, not long before he'd come to Shade. He couldn't last forever with inferior food. To be expected of it was nothing short of insanity.]
It's nice to have similar work to what I am used to. [The words were weighed, trying to say there wasn't much without saying just that. He didn't want to come across as a man who complained whenever he could.] I don't think I told you...were you in that town a while ago? The one that was like an old cowboy movie but had dinosaurs [It sounds crazy. It must. But it's reality, and he has to accept it.] cohabiting with humanity? These powers, whatever you call them, I found one of mine there. I was thinking of returning to surgery with it...getting myself to working six or seven days a week to help move things along. [To get out of the MAC, in essence.] I've really, at this point, been keen to throw myself into work and save pleasures for later, once I've established myself properly.
[Perhaps it could be taken as him complaining about his lack of wealth, but the way he says it, his tone...he likes to think it would come across more as a man determined to work his way back into what he wants, not looking for sympathy. A handout. Completely driven to doing what he must, even if that means missing out on opera and symphonies and everything in between.]
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Thank God (if there was one) for Shade. A man who appreciated the finer things, who had access to the finer things, and was agreeable when it came to indulging them with Hannibal. He'd attracted powerful friends all his life. He'd been considered a powerful friend. To see that that part of him remained unchanged wherever he was wasn't a surprise, exactly, but it was refreshing to know he could still fall back on it, his charm and his cultured knowledge. He'd fall back on it as long as he possibly could.
And murder, of course, when he could manage it. Which was, oddly enough, not long before he'd come to Shade. He couldn't last forever with inferior food. To be expected of it was nothing short of insanity.]
It's nice to have similar work to what I am used to. [The words were weighed, trying to say there wasn't much without saying just that. He didn't want to come across as a man who complained whenever he could.] I don't think I told you...were you in that town a while ago? The one that was like an old cowboy movie but had dinosaurs [It sounds crazy. It must. But it's reality, and he has to accept it.] cohabiting with humanity? These powers, whatever you call them, I found one of mine there. I was thinking of returning to surgery with it...getting myself to working six or seven days a week to help move things along. [To get out of the MAC, in essence.] I've really, at this point, been keen to throw myself into work and save pleasures for later, once I've established myself properly.
[Perhaps it could be taken as him complaining about his lack of wealth, but the way he says it, his tone...he likes to think it would come across more as a man determined to work his way back into what he wants, not looking for sympathy. A handout. Completely driven to doing what he must, even if that means missing out on opera and symphonies and everything in between.]