Take it as you wish. You are Will Graham.

You, Hannibal and Dolarhyde find yourself on a cliff where the final confrontation takes place. After you both killed the Red Dragon. You can barely breathe.

• It really is black in the moonlight.

You look at your hands. They are covered in blood from a dead man. It is the blood of Francis Dolarhyde. A wave of mixed and varied emotions overwhelms you. Not even a wave, but a whole storm.

Hanibal helps you up. Both of you are covered in blood. Barely breathing after the fight with Francis. Clinging to each other.

• See, this is all I ever wanted, Will. For both of us Lecter blurts out, looking closely at you, gasping for breath from the fight. You notice his excited tired face and a small smile.

You look at each other for a long time. But now, after a long time, you see each other without masks. Real ones.

• It's wonderful *you say excitedly. And now you understand who you are, what your true intentions are, the desires that you hid for so long. Until that person in front of you wanted to get them.

You finally accepted the fact that you are a killer by nature, and that you love Hannibal and cannot live without him. Just like Hannibal without you.

And now you both fly into the water. The main thing is in the arms, together.