"Indeed, it would not have been. Your use of opiates has stained the very essence of your being, Erik. There are scars upon scars, some of which I have removed. You did your heart no favor with your use."
His eyes didn't move, he knew what drugs were where on the table, because they had not been touched since he had placed them. He had not asked permission to do the thing that he had done, not with the medicine and not with the eating. Neither he was sorry for. But on the subject of the drugs he had provided, Hannibal felt very strongly.
"You can be mad at me about that if you wish, Erik, but I will never apologize for it. I wish for you to heal and stay well, the best first step on that road is for you to no longer be dependent on something such as morphine. I have done a lot of work to give you a second chance at life, and I will not see you ruin it. I made the decision to give you derivatives and synthetics. They will still ease the pain you're in now, without leaving you with lasting addiction."
Hannibal hadn't moved from his spot at the end of the bed, he hadn't even adjusted his position. He did not bother with it now.
"If you truly need something to ease your mind, come to me. I know ways that can detach you from yourself that won't do damage to any part of you."