The problem with Eli and Victor's relationship is that they are best friends, ex-best friends, rivals, nemesis , mirrors, narrarive foils, a weird college situationship that neither of them can get over. They haven't seen each other for years and they still think about each other's minds. They can't live with it. They fall into madness when the other is dead. They can't live with the thought of the other being dead as if a part of them was ripped away and burned alive. They are obsessed with the idea they have of the other. They were the only people who completely understood each other in this world and it scared them. They haunt each other even though they are alive in the same room. They could never separate themselves from the idea of what could have been. They are already dead in the same fucking grave.
Will, rejecting Hannibal: I miss my dogs, I’m not going to miss you. I’m not going to find you. I’m not going to look for you. I don’t want to know where you are, or what you do. I don’t want to think about you anymore.
Hannibal: you HATE Hannibal? you hate Hannibal like your capacity for violence? oh! oh! jail for Hannibal! jail for Hannibal for One Thousand Years!!!!