Hannibal’s laughter did nothing to soothe Zodiac’s growing irritation. If anything, it only deepened his pissy mood. He was seriously taking the option of bashing his own head on a wall into consideration. He would have, too, although Zodo didn’t want to even give the effort of doing so, and therefore he could only sit and wait for Hannibal’s bouts of laughter to subside. As he did so, Zodiac couldn’t help but question which of Hannibal’s laughs were worse—the fake or actual one.

Zodo raised his head abruptly, restlessly shifting in his seat as he rested his head on the back of the chair. His eyes remained closed for a moment or two as he sat there silently, seriously regretting ever accepting Hannibal’s offer on this so called ‘game’. He was beginning to think he may as well have welcomed himself to hell. Granted, Zodo was enlarging the situation just a tad, although it is what he's truly feeling.

He appeared weary and worn down as he opened his eyes once more, sluggishly directing them in Hannibal’s direction. Frankly, he was fed up with the entire ‘twenty questions’ thing and he wasn’t afraid to show it. “Oh,” he mutter, his tone just as emotionless as he appeared. Zodiac had realized that Hannibal finished his laughing brigade and felt the need to comment on it. “Yer done.” As Hannibal began with his reply, however, Zodo’s eyes strayed from him and instead he gazed at the ceiling above them. It wasn’t too interesting, mind you, so with nothing else to distract his mind with, Zodo basically had no choice but to listen to Hannibal’s response.

“Not the same person you’d be thinking of Zodiac.” Zodo could only scoff at that. Who the hell said he was thinking about anyone? He freely spoke his thoughts aloud, the angered tone having returned to his voice. “I wasn’t thinkin’ ‘bout anybody, Hannibal.” As Hannibal continued, Zodiac scoffed once more, preparing to give his own two cents on Hannibal’s insufficient answer. “Yer s’pose to answer the question.” Despite saying this, however, Zodiac didn’t press for an answer. He either didn’t care, was too lazy, or thought he would discover this himself sooner or later.

Now it was his turn. Zodo allowed another lengthy sigh to escape him, bracing himself for the question, though he turned out to be rather relieved by what Hannibal asked—it didn’t involve much thinking on Zodo’s part, since he could probably imagine himself in that position, and he was fairly certain that he knew how his own self acted. “Weeell, Hannibal, that would really depend on the situation,” he began, prepared to delve into a rather lengthy explanation. “If the kid were about to fall off a bridge er somethin’ ‘cause of its own stupidity, then no, I can’t say that I would save it, let alone cut my hand off for it.” He studied the faint lines and cracks in the ceiling above him, the white paint having been crudely swiped on years earlier. “But y’know, if someone wanted it to die—like I dunno, a murder, let’s say—then I may actually go through the trouble of savin’ it. Maybe cut off my own hand, if I had to.” What was surprising about this, though, was that every word he had said was the absolute truth—Zodo saw no benefit in lying to Hannibal at this point. He would actually save the child—even cut his own arm off if that’s what it took—if it were in the hands of a murderer, but otherwise he couldn’t care less. It wouldn’t be the child’s life that he was concerned with, but rather, it's the fact that he’d be acting definitely toward the murderer that mattered to Zodo. I mean, if their pray was taken away before they had a chance to kill it, they wouldn’t be much of a murderer, now would they?

Once his answer had been completed, Zodiac was rather snappy in moving on to the question he needed to ask Hannibal, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. “Where do y’see yerself in five years?” Zodiac only asked because he often pondered the question himself. In five years, Zodiac would be twenty-one, and the way he was going now, he doubted he would be in college or anywhere else worth attending. Despite his natural gift of psychology and other studies of the mind (analyzing people is his basic talent), Zodiac seemed unable to give the sufficient effort to succeed in school. So where did he see himself in five years? Zodiac had no idea.