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Originally Posted by Duskflight
It wasn't very hard for the older tom to pick up on the emotion that was coming off of the other cat, while he couldn't feel them himself, he could understand them very well and knew that the one that was practically radiating off of Jamie, was guilt. But why? That's the thing Hannibal had trouble understanding. Was why cats felt the way he did, that's why he always observed others, so that he could perhaps answer this question. Perhaps it's because he realizes that he is still the one responsible for those killings? And he feels.. Guilty about it? Strange, but I believe I've encountered other cats, at least a few, that have given off this emotion as well after killing a cat. But why? I don't understand. And it's not like any cat could answer Hannibal, how were you supposed to explain your emotions? Especially to a cat who couldn't feel them? And so he never even bothered asking another, not that he every actually cared about another cat long enough to even consider asking them a question that has been caught in his mind.
Sweeping the question away for another day, Hannibal instead began to analyze Jamie some more, searching for some other emotions that might be there, a hint at these 'other personalities' that this other cat had. It was very intriguing. And yet? He showed nothing. There was absolutely nothing on his face.
As the conversation came to a stop, Hannibal picked up on the nervousness the other tom was giving off, his demeanor not changing at all, nothing about Hannibal had changed since the moment he had started speaking to this other tom.
But this time, he wanted to be direct in his questioning, he was curious of how the other tom would respond, what his answer would be.
"Why are you all of a sudden nervous. Do you think I'm going to kill you? Gut you right here in the middle of the territory where no other cat can hear you yowl until your last breath?" His head seemed to lean forward, but in actuality Hannibal hadn't moved at all, though there seemed to be a flicker of something strange in his eyes. "Do you think I followed you out here to get you alone because I know that no one else is around at the moment, giving me the perfect time to end your miserable life right now? Just gathering some information before spilling your blood as effortlessly as ending the life of a mouse?"
"Is that why you're nervous?" |
Jamie was busy in his head. Very busy. Thoughts were flying in and out of his brain faster than he could find answers to them. Jamie looked up from him paws to see that Hannibal continued to show no emotion. None at all, like a stone statue of a cat. A small bit of sympathy for the other cat sprouted inside of him. It must be awful, having no feelings. He thought, yet he also pondered if it really wasn't so bad.
It wasn't like Jamie was fond of having so many emotions, maybe Hannibal didn't care. But it would be hard to care if you didn't have feelings. It wasn't like he could explain feelings to Hannibal. That was like describing a color to a blind cat. Pointless. All the same, Jamie couldn't help the small amount of sympathy he had for Hannibal.
So lost in his thoughts, he'd almost forgot about the terror he'd experienced not even a minute ago. While all evidence was pointing to the fact that Hannibal really was a sociopathic killer and possible cannibal, Jamie refused to believe that Hannibal had come to murder him. This tom was smart, very smart. Too smart to not have a reason behind killing. After all, he'd been the one to mention that Malcolm would likely have a reason behind his killings. Who was to say that Hannibal did too?
Jamie couldn't think of any reason for Hannibal to murder him, he'd been plenty kind to this cat, suspicious maybe, but not mean to him. Maybe he's not here to hurt me, he thought.
It was Hannibal's voice that startled him back to reality and out of the depths of his mind.
He spoke so descriptively, Jamie could almost imagine the dark grey cat killing him right here in the dark and secluded territory. Jamie could imagine his own body, laying bloody on the snowy forest floor with red stained snow surrounding him as the white flakes would cover him until he could be seen no more. Hannibal was right. No one would be able to hear him yowl, not even st the top of his lungs.
Jamie would lay, buried beneath the freezing snow until newleaf, when the snow would melt away and reveal the light grey body shared by the six personalities. No one would be sad. Not one would mourn. Heck, he'd probably not even be found. His body would decompose, and it would appear that Jamie had just vanished out of the blue. No one would ever know his name. No one.
Jamie looked up at Hannibal, meeting his flaming orange gaze.
"I did think that would be the case," he replied truthfully. "But you don't seem to be one to kill without reason. You're much to intelligent to do that.
None would hear me howl, you're correct, but it would seem suspicious if someone had noticed your disappearance minutes after mine. On top of the many rumors, it would make cats watch you closer, and you wouldn't risk that.
I believe that the rumors of you being a killer are true, but I have no evidence of you being a cannibal. And me turning you in to the Commander would be rather hypocritical of me, don't you think?" Jamie said, speaking with more bravery than he had been.
(whoa this is actually pretty long ^^ this might be one of my longest posts haha)