"You have been burned before," Hannibal says matter-of-factly. Pyro nods, moving their shirt collar aside to show thick, corded burn scars.
"The flames have kissed me," they say, voice scratchy and deep, "as I have embraced them."
Hannibal inclines his head slightly. “You are not the only one to be embraced by flame,” he states, and Pyro nods slowly, warily. Hannibal laces his fingers in his lap.
"Fire is a mystical element, and has been considered such since antiquity. It has the power to cleanse, and to pave the way for rebirth. The Vikings burned their dead to aid them on their way to the afterlife." He paused. "Tell me, are you reborn from their ashes?"
"No," comes that smoky voice from between layers of scarves, " I paint with them. "
Hannibal licks his lips, and smiles.