[A little flatly; not smart enough. Though she's doing the best she can, being strong, pushing through, she can't forget. The feeling of an almost painless slice of the pale skin at her throat, the oncoming rush of cold, the feel of her blood pooling in her collarbone, and the softness of his hands in her hair. His voice in her ear. Shh, shh.]
[Did he say anything? Did he sing her a song, or did she imagine that, as she lay dying?]
[Not smart enough.]
What happened to Will?
[This curiously. She finds she's less invested than she expected to be. Death gives her perspective - whatever happened to him, it's not as bad as what happened to her. But she was a part of whatever Hannibal chose to do to Will, and so she wants to know.]
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[A little flatly; not smart enough. Though she's doing the best she can, being strong, pushing through, she can't forget. The feeling of an almost painless slice of the pale skin at her throat, the oncoming rush of cold, the feel of her blood pooling in her collarbone, and the softness of his hands in her hair. His voice in her ear. Shh, shh.]
[Did he say anything? Did he sing her a song, or did she imagine that, as she lay dying?]
[Not smart enough.]
What happened to Will?
[This curiously. She finds she's less invested than she expected to be. Death gives her perspective - whatever happened to him, it's not as bad as what happened to her. But she was a part of whatever Hannibal chose to do to Will, and so she wants to know.]