The same idiot who wrapped his arms around Hannibal and threw both of us off a cliff. Regrettably I ended up here. [ Make of that what you will. ]

You do not know me. You do not know this house like I -unfortunately- do. You will not find me to drag me out of the house. If you intend to move forward with your plan you will be murdering an uninvolved party.

If you can get the dog out, I'd appreciate it.

[ Will sighs, and though this isn't video it is probably a good bet he's rubbing his hand over his face before he continues. ] I am not unsympathetic to your experience, and I understand your emotions. Hannibal and I have been trying to kill each other for years.

He's gone. You are not going to get your retribution, he's stolen that opportunity from you, and even were he here, burning down his house would have no impact on him. It is an empty, futile gesture.

You can either go forward with your plan, and become a murderer like Hannibal. Or you can find a healthy way to process this grief and not give Hannibal the power to turn you into someone with whom you can no longer live.