Hannibal Lecter and Hayao Miyazaki are stuck in Courtroom During a Power Outage and forced to have a deep conversation.

Here's the conversation:

1. Lecter: (Calmly, almost a whisper) The darkness breeds a primal honesty, wouldn't you agree, Mr. Miyazaki? It strips away the artifice, leaving only the essential hunger.

2. Miyazaki: (Sighs, a hint of weariness) Hunger exists in the light too, Doctor. It's the *kind* of hunger that concerns me - the spirit's starvation for connection, for beauty amidst the ugliness.

3. Lecter: Beauty can be carved from ugliness, like a phoenix from the ashes of moral decay. A certain *tenderness* applied to the raw material, wouldn't you say?

4. Miyazaki: (Eyes narrowed, considering) Tenderness? Or empathy, perhaps? To understand the darkness is not to condone it, but to see its source, its wounded core.

5. Lecter: Wounds are opportunities, Mr. Miyazaki. Opportunities to cultivate exquisite tastes, to refine the palate of experience.

6. Miyazaki: (Shakes his head slowly) Experience should nurture the soul, not consume it. We are meant to build bridges, not walls of exquisite suffering.

7. Lecter: Bridges built on naiveté are easily crumbled. A healthy dose of cynicism can be quite the bracing tonic, wouldn't you find?

8. Miyazaki: Cynicism breeds only stagnation. Hope, even fragile hope, is the wind that fills the sails of our imagination.

9. Lecter: Imagination can be a dangerous weapon, Mr. Miyazaki, capable of conjuring monsters far more terrifying than reality.

10. Miyazaki: (Looks directly at Lecter, a flicker of defiance in his eyes) But it can also conjure kindness, Doctor, and that is a force even darkness cannot extinguish.