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The Room

*Lecter nods*
Lecter: Take care, Hanna.

*Karma is surrounded by a swarm of black fog, and is replaced by a woman wrapped in a mourning veil and dress. Her fingers extend into talons*
Consider it an honor. Now I want blood.

*Lecter frowns slightly as he gets an odd feeling, and looks down to see one of his hands in it's demonic form, with small claws replacing it's fingernails*

The Room

*Lecter doesn't react outwardly at Hanna biting off her own thumb, but is surprised at her sudden openness*
Lecter: So that's how you keep yourself fed, without eating others. I would use this as proof that you're no monster. You choose to eat yourself instead of hunting humans. But can you eat anything besides humans?

*Karma's wings break as she's smashed, and tries to hop and glitter away from the werelords*
*The familiar turns her head to face the Tigerlady. Should their gazes meet, the Tigerlady would have images of disease and ruined forests and jungles, instead of the wars that Iris had saw*

The Room

*Lecter shakes his head*
Lecter: Not everyone can accept what you must do. Tell only those you trust.

*Karma gets grabbed and screeches at the Tigerlady while biting at her hands*
You cannot kill a Devil, ignorant beast.

The Room

*Lecter nods and gently tries to end the embrace*
Lecter: I appreciate the need for secrecy. No one will know about you from my lips, I promise.

*Karma keeps attacking the Tigerlady, her claws much sharper than any regular bird of prey*
Leave, or Hell will be your home.

The Room

*Karma screeches as she adjusts herself to attack the Tigerlady's hands and arms instead*
Choose different prey.

*Lecter is surprised by the hug, and it takes him a moment before he returns it*
Lecter: You don't need to say anything. If you have anything else you want to tell me, don't hesitate.

The Room

*Lecter shakes his head*
Lecter: You would be surprised what someone can do in a few centuries. But I doubt either of us want to make this a competition.

*Karma swoops down at the weretiger, clawing at the back of its head*

The Room

*Lecter shakes his head*
Lecter: You're not a monster. You're a slave to your needs. Trust me when I say this Hanna, I'm more of a monster than you are.

The Room

*Lecter raises an eyebrow, but doesn't show any sign of disgust*
Lecter: And that's what you wanted from Mergoux. Her blood set you off, like a shark to an injured animal.
*The Devil Hunter sighs*
Lecter: You think of yourself as a monster, don't you?

The Room

*Lecter nods*
Lecter: For someone like me, it's hard to truly hate something. And to be honest, it's tiring. So Hannah, what do you want to tell me?

The Room

*Lecter nods*
Lecter: Of course. You don't even need to ask.
*The Devil Hunter casts one last glance at the direction of the barbarians before walking to the side room that he and Hanna talked in before*