It's time to go.
Most people are on the train by now. Settled into their cabins and among friends and loved ones. There are only three new arrivals left to board and once they do, Hal pulls a conductor's hat out from underneath the bar, tugs it on, and steps around it to the middle of the train. He opens his mouth to talk, voice filling the train.
"It's time to go. Stops happen once a day until everyone's departed and I already have your stopped listed. If you'd like to be prioritized, let me know, otherwise we'll go in order of death. Settle in and enjoy the ride. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask, folks."
This, of course, means that those who died earliest (Manfred, Higekiri) will depart first while those who died latest (Barnham, Damian, Percy) will depart last. There's a stop for everyone, though those who want to get off together are more than welcome to. Hal pulls a notepad and pen out of his pocket later and people will notice that he goes around the train confirming stops with everyone. Whatever feeling Hal may have had to a character back in town isn't noticeable here -- he is simply a robot assigned with a job.
After that, it's all a matter of settling in and enjoying the ride. If that's possible for you, at least.
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[ There's an almost quizzical tone in his voice, as if he were surprised that she thought anything had changed. Perhaps his example wasn't clear, though then again, he may be expecting too much. He always does, and he's always disappointed. There simply aren't many people that can understand him, which he always finds to be a shame. ]
It was never a change. Both were always a possibility. It is why I will save someone who lost a limb with all of my effort just as I will strangle the life out of another. They are not mutually exclusive things, at least not for me. What sparks one versus the other, however, I could not narrow down to any one thing.
[ He shrugs lightly ]
Though I don't imagine you'll like that answer either. It is only whimsy.
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I see.
From the moment a coin is minted, it has two sides. Sometimes it lands on heads, and sometimes it lands on tails. But both of those are parts of the coin, and both of them are a possibility.
[. . . she thinks she's beginning to see. if it truly is whimsy, then that makes him far more dangerous than she initially suspected]
I suppose, truthfully, I had hoped for something more. But I can understand that much. [another pause, and she opens her eyes again] Did this game we participated in satisfy your whimsy?
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If it's something more, it does tend to make a bit more sense. I have often come to meet people who indulge in killing others as I do. They would perhaps be more understandable. But I have never met another truly like me.
[ It would sound arrogant in a different tone, but Hannibal says it quite simply. He's not bragging about the fact so much as stating it for additional context. ]
But yes, it did. [ There's a pause, and deciding to be honest, he adds: ] For a time, at least. I will grow bored eventually. But I could not tell you what that may look like. I do not know, myself.
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[she really would have killed him, if he were on her world. it would have been, in her eyes, a necessity]
[but he isn't, and so all she can do is indulge in conversation instead]
Then I hope, for the sake of those who might ignorantly flock to you in the future, that you don't grow bored too quickly.