Hannibal watches you carefully, fingers steepled beneath his chin. “How very human of them.” You exhale, tired. “Yeah.” He tilts his head slightly. “To take without thought. To drain another’s kindness as if it were an infinite well.” His voice lowers. “And then… discard.” You swallow. “I don’t think they meant harm.” Hannibal’s lips curve into a barely-there smile. “Ah, but intent is irrelevant to consequence.” He leans forward, gaze sharp. “Tell me, do you believe they ever truly saw you?” Your throat tightens. You don’t answer. Hannibal sighs softly, almost disappointed. “I suppose it matters little now. Their loss, after all.”