"It is," Hannibal affirmed. "And one might even share a hallucination as a result of it. However, the hallucinations born of a dying mind are far more personal. We would not have the time nor the means to communicate it to one another in order for it to be shared. As for Hell...if we are to assume damnation to be a circumstance of unmitigated suffering, then this cannot be damnation with your presence. Not for me, at least."
When Will returned the greeting Hannibal turned to him fully, and reached out to clasp a gentle hand against the cheek that Dolarhyde had stabbed. It was healed. His eyes traveled down Will's body, to every place where Dolarhyde's blade had stabbed and slashed in their battle. All healed.
"I am glad to see you are well and whole," Hannibal said, eyes rising to meet Will's.