Hannibal notes how quickly Jill arrives, notes to tone of her voice when she sees Will's body, the emotion quite clear. When she tells him there's nothing to do, Hannibal slows his hands and draws back, to rest on his heels, his hands still on Will's chest, his eyes still downcast. He shakes his head slightly. He swallows.

"He was in the water. I thought, maybe..." He doesn't finish the sentence, instead raising his eyes to Jill's, the sadness deeply etched into his face. "Jill..." He shakes his head again, looking down. "I'm sorry."