Sixth little lie ♰ 'Cause the devil works quick, you know it don't take long

[beingdifferent]

(CW: gore)

Who did this?

[Today you don't get charm, Barge, you're in for something completely different. Esther's standing on the deck, eyebrows knit, mouth a thin line, looking troubled. The reason why becomes apparent when she swings her communicator around and captures an image of something becoming increasingly common on the Barge: a bloodied corpse, this one of one Hannibal Lecter. That in and of itself isn't so strange, and even a young murderess is clever enough to pick up on that. The strange part is that this death was obviously not due to a human attack; the claw and bite marks attest to that.]

This is the man everyone is angry with. Someone set a dog upon him, right? [She doesn't sound disturbed so much as disapproving, and the feed swings back to capture her face still wearing that frown.]

…A warden will need to bring him to the hospital. [By which she means infirmary.] I'm not going to stay here alone.

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[youwill]

[Too brisk, truly, and Hannibal watches her set off. He doesn't actually require her company, only enjoys gauging her reactions. Esther adds another layer, though, and he holds out his hand to her - a gesture any kind adult might offer a frightened or unsettled child. It doesn't matter that they are neither. It's to keep her at pace with him, and, hopefully, to slow Mal down.]

I will be quite all right, I'm certain. The infirmary is staffed well enough.

[It's praise, sort of: they're good enough, but would he ever choose them? Of course not. Banner, as he understands it, isn't even a medical doctor.]