[He'd keep his tone smooth--unevenness would be more noticeable after all. But Lecter was always still. Almost...too still according to Commendatore Pazzi. But he feared nothing, not even this girl discovering his true identity. In a sense Robert was himself at a younger age. The face and name were simply...twisted in a way that he had become a separate part of himself.]
Just a head? A talking, disembodied head? How peculiar.
[And fascinating. If she could've seen him his eyes would've been smoldering. He would've liked to have seen it. Defying death was always a rather interesting concept to him, especially given his apparent love of unusual and what others would consider morbid subjects.]
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Just a head? A talking, disembodied head? How peculiar.
[And fascinating. If she could've seen him his eyes would've been smoldering. He would've liked to have seen it. Defying death was always a rather interesting concept to him, especially given his apparent love of unusual and what others would consider morbid subjects.]
Oh? How do you surmise he survived?