Hannibal could imagine what would become of Erik in those two days. The ways that he would twist himself up and abuse his body to get the music onto the page. The devastation wrought to emotion and mind alike. Devolution of spirit, further than it was already.
The work would be masterful.
Just two days, it was all he had. There was only one thing that Hannibal could think of that would bring Erik to the surface after that forty eight hour span. A low blow, he knew, another arrow loosed upon a sensitive spot. Perhaps one day Erik would forgive him for all the trespasses made today. Then again, perhaps there would be no need, if Hannibal failed and Erik followed through on his dark desire.
"In two days, bring it to the manor. You need to tell Arie goodbye in person."
Hannibal did not wait for the answer. If Erik did not show in two days, Hannibal would be back down here with more persistence. Sprinkled with anger, of course. All he offered Erik now was his back as he started the journey topside.