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Will's body is full of red brush touches. A waterfall of paint that matches the heartbeat wet the whole body.
The accident happened in no time. "Just let me die, Hannibal. Let me go into the dark," said Will, holding a scalpel in Hannibal's hand.
You're bloodshot. Newborn, and separated from me. The blood that flows to you is proof and eternal. Now, Will, hold my hand.
"Are you still going to stay with me? We can't be forever." "No, we don't have tomorrow."
