Neph agrees. Will slumps in relief, up against the barrels that were meant for his and Hannibal's and Neph's deaths and which will now be used to cover up the latter's bloodshed.
Even in his head, even guilty and nauseous at what he's seen, Will still can't quite call them murders. All three of them had been in immediate danger of being killed, suspicion about how prepared the two of them were be damned.
Will wouldn't be alive right now if they hadn't been that prepared. And that's the sticking point that his moral spiral keeps sucking down towards, every time he tempts that whirlpool again.
"They'll hide it. It wouldn't-- I don't think they'd get any good press out of making a scene about what happened here. And linking it to their hate group." Assuming there's any of them left. Will's stomach is clenched tight, against both fear and dehydration as his bloodloss keeps drying him out, but he feels firm in this decision. It's their best bet. They can't leave this sort of evidence, this scale of brutality around for anyone to inspect at length. That's... No. Not good.
"Alright." Hannibal says, watching Neph carefully. "We will find a car and stay parked nearby until you join us."
His head tilts back like a cat's when Neph taps at his jaw, eyes wide on her face. "There's little point in doing it without equipment to screw it in place or sew your tendons back where they belong," he says slowly, like he wasn't expecting to need to explain this. "The elixirs are at the apartment." He takes a breath, this time really sits up and looks at her hand instead of just trying to stuff his shirt in around it to sop up some of the blood.
Will can...kind of see his point. It looks awful. Ground up, a bit. Will doesn't know a lot about different kinds of fractures, but he thinks it's more than two pieces per finger bone, in there. But: "What elixir?" Is this a goddamn magic thing again?
"Later, Will." He's shushed like a small child, and then Hannibal is taking Neph's hand with the sort of purpose that can't be mistaken. "I will...adjust the break. But it won't connect properly without..." He pauses, poised to move her ring finger. "I think the pain involved in moving it all the way back now will not reflect a faster healing time." He pauses. "Unless you were going to start healing it?"
Will's brain is spinning. He hangs on tighter to keep steady, squeezes maybe too hard when he sees Hannibal sizing up Neph's ring finger with serious intent.
"On the count of three, Neph. One, two."
Will finds he feels too guilty to look away. He also finds he's tugging Neph's head back in under his chin, which is maybe a step too far but also not a conscious movement. He still remembers the way she'd flinched back into him the first time she'd looked at her hand.
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Even in his head, even guilty and nauseous at what he's seen, Will still can't quite call them murders. All three of them had been in immediate danger of being killed, suspicion about how prepared the two of them were be damned.
Will wouldn't be alive right now if they hadn't been that prepared. And that's the sticking point that his moral spiral keeps sucking down towards, every time he tempts that whirlpool again.
"They'll hide it. It wouldn't-- I don't think they'd get any good press out of making a scene about what happened here. And linking it to their hate group." Assuming there's any of them left. Will's stomach is clenched tight, against both fear and dehydration as his bloodloss keeps drying him out, but he feels firm in this decision. It's their best bet. They can't leave this sort of evidence, this scale of brutality around for anyone to inspect at length. That's... No. Not good.
"Alright." Hannibal says, watching Neph carefully. "We will find a car and stay parked nearby until you join us."
His head tilts back like a cat's when Neph taps at his jaw, eyes wide on her face. "There's little point in doing it without equipment to screw it in place or sew your tendons back where they belong," he says slowly, like he wasn't expecting to need to explain this. "The elixirs are at the apartment." He takes a breath, this time really sits up and looks at her hand instead of just trying to stuff his shirt in around it to sop up some of the blood.
Will can...kind of see his point. It looks awful. Ground up, a bit. Will doesn't know a lot about different kinds of fractures, but he thinks it's more than two pieces per finger bone, in there. But: "What elixir?" Is this a goddamn magic thing again?
"Later, Will." He's shushed like a small child, and then Hannibal is taking Neph's hand with the sort of purpose that can't be mistaken. "I will...adjust the break. But it won't connect properly without..." He pauses, poised to move her ring finger. "I think the pain involved in moving it all the way back now will not reflect a faster healing time." He pauses. "Unless you were going to start healing it?"
Will's brain is spinning. He hangs on tighter to keep steady, squeezes maybe too hard when he sees Hannibal sizing up Neph's ring finger with serious intent.
"On the count of three, Neph. One, two."
Will finds he feels too guilty to look away. He also finds he's tugging Neph's head back in under his chin, which is maybe a step too far but also not a conscious movement. He still remembers the way she'd flinched back into him the first time she'd looked at her hand.