["The apple doesn't fall far from the tree," he hears, and there's a wealth of psychological reasoning behind the why of it that he has no desire to get into. Shade isn't his patient. They're not in Hannibal's office. There's no one around to hear them who might later ask why he didn't latch onto that line of thought and do something, say, enlightening in regards to it.
He's absorbing every word of the story like a sponge, and when the pipe appears, he finally leans back, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Shade was rapidly becoming the most interesting person in the City, as far as Hannibal was concerned.]
It wouldn't bother me at all. [They were Shade's lungs. Hannibal had no intention of doing anything with them himself, not even before the fact of the matter that he was immortal came into the mix. He'd heard it before, yes, but now that he was openly discussing it...] Does that not impact you? Being immortal, are you also immune to disease?
[Things Hannibal never thought would seriously come out of his mouth: that.]
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He's absorbing every word of the story like a sponge, and when the pipe appears, he finally leans back, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Shade was rapidly becoming the most interesting person in the City, as far as Hannibal was concerned.]
It wouldn't bother me at all. [They were Shade's lungs. Hannibal had no intention of doing anything with them himself, not even before the fact of the matter that he was immortal came into the mix. He'd heard it before, yes, but now that he was openly discussing it...] Does that not impact you? Being immortal, are you also immune to disease?
[Things Hannibal never thought would seriously come out of his mouth: that.]