I believe that was the object of the exercise. [ Will confirmed, perhaps sounding more matter of fact about the entire situation than most normal people would feel. ]

I was a tool in a much more grand design. Verger's intended transplant my face onto his, then to slowly consume Hannibal piece by piece with Hannibal as the guest of honor, until Hannibal would finally succumb to the organ harvesting.

[ Will paused and his lips twitched upwards, an expression of pained amusement crossing his features. ]

Looking back on it all, I spent most of my time being slotted in as a tool to the execution of others' designs. Jack, Hannibal, Chilton, Verger ... both Vergers, Dolarhyde.

I think by the time I took us off the cliff, I was just so done with being reactive; I just wanted to be pro-active for once in my life.