Office Hours, Wednesday afternoon
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sharp_as_knivesAt least one student had requested they speak, and after the past few weeks, Hannibal wondered if there might be more as well.
So, he was in his office, soothing classical music playing and spiced tea brewing, reading his tablet and waiting.
[OOC: Waiting for one, but open to others, though not at the same time! Eleanor's thread is content-NFB, please, and also TRIGGER WARNING for discussion of suicide.]
So, he was in his office, soothing classical music playing and spiced tea brewing, reading his tablet and waiting.
[OOC: Waiting for one, but open to others, though not at the same time! Eleanor's thread is content-NFB, please, and also TRIGGER WARNING for discussion of suicide.]
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Date: 2014-04-05 04:14 am (UTC)He pondered for a moment. "I was speaking with someone the other day, about a different issue. I told him, monsters are easy to dismiss; people are more complicated. It is possible that this woman failed to love her daughter as she should. It is also entirely possible that she loved her daughter very much, and yet still killed herself."
Hannibal leaned forward. "Unless this woman left a note, or we are - through the vagaries of this island - somehow able to ask her, we may never know her reasons. It was almost certainly not simply your friend - or any one thing - that was the cause of it."