A precipice at the end of the world. The waves beneath them crushed against the stone. Wind in their clothes, salty air in their lungs. They both were suspended over the roiling Atlantic. Soon all of this would be lost to the sea.

"Are you not afraid I might escape from you?"

"You already tried three years ago, and failed. You rather surrendered and turned yourself in." Hannibal had risked spending the rest of his days in prison - or the death penalty - something that he had been avoiding at all costs for over 20 years; because he had realized his life in freedom without Will wasn't worth so much to him anymore.

"I wanted you to know exactly where I am and where you can always find me." And with that, by turning himself in, he had given Will free will. "And you did find me."

"You've asked me, if it was good to see you. It wasn't. Now it is."

Hannibal inhaled the salty air deeply into his lungs, just as he took in the sight of the man right next to him. "Walls are eroding like this cliff."

And now it was no longer glass that seperated them.

Will: "Now you're here with me."

Hannibal: "And the bluff is still eroding. You and I are suspended over the roiling Atlantic. Soon all of this will be lost to the sea." 3.13