Dear Will, we have all found a new life, but our old lives hover in the shadows. Soon enough I fear Jack Crawford will come knocking. I would encourage you, as a friend, not to step back through the door he holds open. It's dark on the other side, and madness is waiting.
Hannibal: You delight yourself in wickedness and berate yourself for the delight.
Will: You delight. I tolerate. I don't have your appetite. Goodbye Hannibal.
Alana: Would you have told me the truth?
Hannibal: In my own way, I always have.