[ Hannibal smiles at the sound of laughter, an ingrained response. Yama has a pleasant laugh. It is also, of course, pleasant to have his skills complimented in such a way, as innate hedonism means Hannibal is not immune to flattery given sincerely. All of this offsets the fact that they are now talking about the one thing he does not particularly like to talk about: that moment where his solipsistic belief in his influence over the world was forcibly fragmented.

The crew that extracted Hannibal Lecter has long since disbanded, but he is quite familiar with each of their names and faces and where they currently reside and the risk of accident in their daily lives.

But the narrative digresses, given Hannibal's quiet amusement at the whole gathering does not flicker as he watches Kitty eat, and talk. ]

Our mouths can be just as satisfied in reality as within the Matrix, it simply takes more work on our own parts. Many people from many worlds are used to food simply appearing before them.

[ He's talking about fast food chains and not magic, of course. Still, there's a hint of scorn in his tone. ]

Or they go hungry because there is not enough. I have never seen anyone in Zion starving, though I will admit to having been absent from the city.