Hannibal stood there, his expression somber. He brought a hand up to you're cheek -- his thumb gently stroking it. The touch was tender, that was untill his other hand brought a knife to you're stomach. Thrusting the curved blade into you're gut, not once, but twice. Before he retracted it, you're blood quickly began to spill as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a bittersweat embrace.

"I let you know me, see me, I gave you a rare gift... but you didn't want it."