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Do you think Hannibal ever missed being that boy who was torn apart in the snow? Because even through the excruciating pain, the unendurable torture, at least he wouldn't be the one that got away. He wouldn't be the man trying to piece together the remnants of his shards, trying to build a new foundation after an earthquake, trying to ignore everything that had happened to him, trying to go through the motions of life after the unspeakable. He wouldn't feel like a monster wandering among humans, humans who could never fathom what kind of void gaped within him and how desperately he was trying to forget the unforgettable. The only thing he would be is the broken boy, shattered and destroyed in the snow. At least he would feel every pang of hunger and pain that tore through his body. At least he would be helpless at the hands of his pain. He wouldn't have to struggle to be reborn from the ashes. He could just fall apart, let go, feel everything. And slip away.