Will's breathes were controlled. His own mind tugged away by the darkness that stained his soul from the game. The physical had been nothing compared to the emotional pain. How he had tried. Turning his own abilities on himself had never been something he was capable of- not really- but Hannibal showed him the reality he had been unwilling to see.
Eyes closed at the displacement of feeling to numbness along the scarred tissue. Everything in the room fell away as fingers spread over his abs. Maybe he had drunk too much too fast. "I've always run on the warmer side. It helps to remind me I'm not dead." Soft words spoken with a hint of his typical sarcastic tone. It all was too real not to find it a little ridiculous.
"I-" He stopped, resisting the urge to pull her hand up his torso to other scars. "I forgive him for what he did but our chess game wasn't over. There were still two pieces left to take." It was their own pieces. His relationship with Hannibal was far more complex than a single moment of suffering. They both intended to kill one another and yet when given the chance neither could go through with it.
"You shouldn't worry though. Whoever you wronged-" He shook his head. "-I doubt there was as much in the single action as the multiple encounters between Hannibal and me." It was not to put down whatever grief she felt towards her actions. He had a hard time putting the correct tone in his voice for the fact that he was for better or worse empathic. "Hannibal didn't betray me once. He did it on multiple occasions."