Hannibal used the tug of the body as Erik moved to guide him through, trusting that Erik would not make the floor uneven. He admired his friend's ability to move silently, a trait he had learned himself when he'd been younger. The unnecessary sounds of steps often covered more important things, as well as gave away key positioning.
"I suppose I had pictured you more in the arena of bending the world to your will, making it be a thing that you love. That said, I know the depths of which you speak, not having anything, being alive because life has not yet seen fit to end." Hannibal thought of his time in the orphanage. The orphanage that had actually been his family home, taken in the war. How it had hurt to see it in the hands of philistines, ruined by children, abused by those who thought they had power. The only advantage he had was knowing the secrets of the castle. They provided him a way out, in the end.
"So you built yourself a place where you could spend those last few months and never be known."