[ Hannibal watches without so much as a falter in his smile. His eyes flicker to Will's face first, but then to every other place he had watched Francis land a blow. It's curious, because though he hadn't checked yet, he can feel a dull pain in his own stomach, but no worse than if he had been punched. Did the afterlife heal wounds? Or perhaps take the edge off, so to speak. It's a bit ironic, considering where he personally thinks this train is heading, if anywhere at all, but he is a fan of dramatic irony. ]

Perhaps so. But if you're dead, then I am as well.

[ It's the Hannibal equivalent of a kanyeshrug, considering how unbothered he sounds by the idea. He pauses like he's waiting for Will to add something else, but ends up looking to the train's interior. ]

Regardless, a ghost train is not what I would have expected. It seems... [ He pauses, as if choosing his word carefully, but he looks back to will. ] Peaceful.