Hannibal listens, his expression calm, but his eyes… they gleam with something calculating. When you finish, he simply tilts his head. “You are rare.” You blink. “What?” His lips curve into a slow smile. “It is an unfortunate truth that most people do not value the rarest of things until they are lost.” You hesitate. “So… what do I do?” He leans closer, voice dropping to something almost intimate. “You let them miss you.”