{ Will isn’t naive. He’s far too good at what he does. He eventually gets it. His pure empathy is a fathomable ocean, often times surreal. Whether he wants to peek behind the shroud depends on how much he’s willing to look. After Muskrat Farm, he was left an empty shell of a man and it caused a dormant period. A vessel will always need to be filled eventually. He's locked away his attraction towards dark magnetism in a box, one that threatens to wash ashore the longer he subdues it. Will may have been the one who “captured” Hannibal Lecter, but with it his contract with the Devil was sealed. How does one move past that? By seeking people he barely knew, he supposes.
He’s made poorer decisions. }
Possibly. I wouldn't know. My dogs are not suited for hunting.
{ Even if they were fed human remains at one point, it was provided, not sought out. They obeyed instinct. Regardless, Will still cared for them. }
It’s not difficult. It’s a contract. I provide them homemade food and companionship. In return, they give me their solidified loyalty. Behaving comes naturally when they’ve thoroughly attached themselves to you.
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He’s made poorer decisions. }
Possibly. I wouldn't know. My dogs are not suited for hunting.
{ Even if they were fed human remains at one point, it was provided, not sought out. They obeyed instinct. Regardless, Will still cared for them. }
It’s not difficult. It’s a contract. I provide them homemade food and companionship. In return, they give me their solidified loyalty. Behaving comes naturally when they’ve thoroughly attached themselves to you.
What do you do when your lifestyle isn't busy?