[ GRAVEYARD ]

[sheriffexe]

GRAVEYARD

So, you're dead. Shame, that. But on the other hand, it's actually kind of nice. When you "wake" in some odd version of it, you'll find yourself lying on a rather plush bed. It's cozy and warm and just soft enough to tempt anyone back into sleep. The room is equally nice, if small, and when you turn and open the curtains to look out the window, you will see... wait, is that the town? It is, actually. The town is laid out quite simply across the window and no matter how many times you may bang or wave through the window, no one seems to notice you. If you're smart enough to give up the venture and leave the small bedroom, you will notice that, of course, you are on the train. The train that, is actually pretty fancy. Moving through it, past the sleeping cabins and through to the main carts, you will find a dining car with fine dishware and meals of all kinds made at a push of a button or a request given to the air. They'll appear, freshly made and ready to eat at the table of your choice with any drink you could want. There truly doesn't seem to be any limits when it comes to the luxury of the meal. There is also a bathhouse car with private bathrooms and saunas to fit up to four. Even one rather large room containing a small pool/hot tub of sorts is available for just about anyone to take a dip. It's kind of outlandish, honestly. Then the lounge car, with its library and plush armchairs and couches. A pool table, a darts board, even a small area dedicated to painting. There's a bar too, fully stocked and ready for anyone who needs a drink. All it would require is a request from the bartender who... looks surprisingly familiar? The Sheriff is there, much cleaner cut than his counterpart outside of the train. He looks up mildly at any arrivals, giving them a nod of greeting before going back to organizing bottles or setting cigars out for a smoke. He doesn't seem to be surprised at all by anyone who appears. Just... ready to serve them, whatever they may wish. It all sort of seems okay for a moment, until you realize you're just here to wait for the game to end. Awkward.

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[ceded]

[ ... that isn't really a comfort, though it does actually ease some of the guilt she'd been feeling over it.

For a very long moment she just .... looks at him. Remembering the person who cupped her face in his hand and stood by her while she fell asleep, and the person who sought her out after Riku's trial and hugged her while she cried. That person is also this person, this person who put her friends in the stocks and risked their lives and she's not even sure who he killed. He certainly knowingly contributed to Annabeth's and Russell's deaths, as he said.

He's right. She won't ever understand his heart, and if she's honest with herself, she doesn't want to try. ]

... when I found out who you were ... I said that I wanted you and Will to go home, and then I never wanted to see you again. I ... still feel that way.

[ ... despite herself, despite the fact that for the first time the idea feels like justice to her, she does not want either of them to die. ]

Hannibal, I ... wanted to thank you. For helping me. [ She swallows thickly. Hannibal. Not Dr. Lecter, anymore. ] I really ... owe you a lot. I'm going to live, and ... find my own way.

[ Soft, and very serious. ]

But after this, I hope I really never see you ever again.

[sating]

[ He listens, and here, his expression softens slightly. Hannibal notices that difference in how he's addressed, but it doesn't bother him. On the contrary, he finds it fair enough, and he nods his head lightly as if to accept it and agree with it as well as what she says. It's as he had said, after all. He offered that help in earnest, not quite completely divorced from the rest of him, but surely the part that people wished was more of who Hannibal was. ]

You're welcome. I hope you live. You have struggled here, but would you not agree? You are more now than you were.

[ Which may be what he was trying to inspire in her, though his methods were the kind that would send a chill up anyone's spine. In his way, Hannibal truly thinks he helps people, but he has no illusions about the harm he causes along the way. It's simply necessary. But as he hears Xion confirm her want to live, he feels satisfied, and genuinely glad that she decided that much.

He picks up his knife and fork again, cutting off a piece of meat. His attention turns to that, and he continues casually, but his words are incredibly cold. ]

I wish the same. You see, if I see you or anyone else here again, I will have to kill you.

[ Without looking at her, he takes a bite of his lamb, and he truly seems to savor it in that moment. ]

[ceded]

[ Maybe he'll expect what she does next. Maybe not. A great deal of this response will have been his doing, with his own two hands.

That is, she barely responds at all. She just watches him, her expression serious and even. ]

You could try.

[ Xion never did get blood on her hands in this game. She never killed. She's not sure how to feel about that fact. But she knows now that the capacity to do so is within her - she knew that the moment she volunteered to execute Felix and meant it.

She would kill him, if she had to. She would not go down without a fight.

And it's with that quiet threat of her own that she'll stand to leave. ]