“You entered the foyer of my mind and stumbled down the halls of my beginnings"—CLUTCHES HEAD, KNEELS, AND SCREAMS TO THE HEAVENS

I truly, I truly truly truly love this dialogue so much. While it is literal—Will visiting Lithuania and walking(stumbling) through the Lecters’ estate: his childhood home, walking by his sister’s grave, seeing his snails, meeting his abandoned family, Chiyo—it’s also, Hannibal’s saying that he feels this way. He feels understood by Will in such an intimate way that it feels as though Will is walking down the hallways in his mind. Like Will is looking at his thoughts, his buried past—before Hannibal became a man—when Hannibal was a lump of flesh, raw and observing and waiting, moulding himself into the shape of a person to blend in. That Will scratches something in Hannibal’s brain so tangibly that Will is sensation and sound and present inside his skull.