Hannibal stands in front of you, his gaze piercing and calm as always. “So, they’ve gone, and you’re left with nothing but the echo of their absence?” You nod, feeling the weight of it. “Yeah, seems like it.” Hannibal’s lips curl into a faint, knowing smile. “People like that… they only seek you out when it serves their purpose. They never truly understand the value of someone like you.” You look at him, feeling both comforted and unnerved by his words. “I thought I was there for them.” He tilts his head, his voice smooth. “You were. But some people… they never learn to appreciate what’s right in front of them.” He steps closer, his eyes glinting with a strange warmth. “But you… you deserve the best. And if they can’t see that, it is their loss, not yours.”