Bird Cage

Bird Cage

"Then let me rephrase it for you, what do you feel for the victim . . . " Hannibal uttered airy in nature.

Will opened his mouth wanting to say a normal human response, which varies from disgust to morbid fascination, but he couldn't. He felt an kick of life with every murder, it wasn't just a fascination. He felt as though he was descending in an untimely madness. A truly terrifying feat.

"Madness" Will finally mustered. A simple word that pulled a few strings in the doctor.

"I don't believe so . . . " Hannibal uttered, as silence hung between the two, as Hannibal simply observed.

"What do you mean?" Will said, after reflecting in a span of a few minutes.

"There really no such thing as madness or insanity. Humans try to achieve a fictional concept of true freedom, a freedom to do anything and everything. But, what puts a minority of humans in a group called the insane, is when it is acted upon, what is against morals. But morals being a human concept, how is that defying an superior being?

So in conclusion there really is no insanity, it is just acting upon what you think is right. Equally, I view normal as an . . . unnamed insanity" Hannibal answered, sharing his opinion upon his patient.

"so you view conformism, as a sin? " Will queried, looking quite confused.

"no . . . I see conformism as an Misanthropic act, of locking our primal nature. To copy each other, limiting our way of survival by diversity.

so . . . how do you see, the madness you possess?" the doctor, now reversing the question, trying to crack his internal mental protection.

"I . . . see madness, as a depletion of whats left of my sanity. Which isn't much from the start." Will explained, feeling a mutual interest in void of the flaw in human mentality.

"and what do you think is the reason for this?"Hannibal followed up, observing the pattern of his words, the pauses as well as the other's micro-expressions.

"Cynicism and contempt, blindness from demagogues. . . I find humans as lovable fools, following fate as a puppeteer, being shackled by fictional silver strings" Will uttered, while his eyes were wondered, conveying his painted perspective of such a beautifully poetic cynical world.

"fascinating . . . " the doctor muttered under his breath, in audible to the other.

"do you believe in providence?" Hannibal asked, creating a dry chuckle from the detective.

" . . . after describing humanity as an atrocity, do you think I still believe in such a trivial things?" Will answered unfazed, by the sensitivity of the question.

"facts and beliefs are not the same . . . lets just say that what you describe as humanity is fact, but what do you believe in? in a subjective pretense " Hannibal, said driving a sense of control over the other subconsciously.

little to Will's knowledge, these words and questions were more like triggers. It was a psychological trick to assert dependence from the patient. To box him in wall of losing hope and a sense of what the doctor dubbed as a fictional concept, morality, creating a forced dependence on what or who he thought could make him feel normal, or in the stand of sanity, as Will was in an impressionable state.

"I believe in . . . survival . . . " Will answered, making the doctor smirk. he has succeeded, but the doctor needed more proof and measure of his influence.

"in a hypothetical manner, how do you survive in a world filled with enemies?" Hannibal asked, as he pursed his lips for an answer.

" Elimination . . . " Will muttered, Hannibal widened his previous smirk.

"I think we should conclude this session for today" Hannibal uttered satisfied, while scribbling words on the paper that was on the clipboard.

"Well there really is no sense in self preservation. As the way I see it, in the end we would always end up being consumed by the darkness." Will muttered, as a change in atmosphere dragged on.

"So you embrace the darkness with no contempt or fear?" Hannibal queried.

"The interesting thing is i have always had a friend in the pitch black darkness. I find its existence compelling" Will uttered looking far, frowning in his own spiral of thoughts.

"Darkness gives a sense of privacy that light does not provide, as madness resides at the void which lays in between.

Light gives us, a certain level of vulnerability that distorts our perception if the underlying beauty, of the human emotional void" the doctor added, smirking at Will's mental understanding.

"Irony is part of the human essence of existence. . . As with out pain, the concept of pleasure, will not be understood. . . We are all part of a metaphysical equilibrium" Hannibal uttered as an philosophical retort.