[He doesn't hold it against her; no one is smart enough, against him. He showed her that, when she died; he showed her mercy.
And here she is, breathing, walking, talking. How lucky they are.
He doesn't answer at first, just observes her in silence. Her curiosity - he wonders if there is worry there, too, but no. Nothing can hurt her so much as what's already been done to her. Inhaling slowly, Hannibal breathes in her scent, her sweat, and exhales again.]
He was arrested. [He doesn't feign sorrow, doesn't have to - but he doesn't let himself smile, either. Not yet.]
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And here she is, breathing, walking, talking. How lucky they are.
He doesn't answer at first, just observes her in silence. Her curiosity - he wonders if there is worry there, too, but no. Nothing can hurt her so much as what's already been done to her. Inhaling slowly, Hannibal breathes in her scent, her sweat, and exhales again.]
He was arrested. [He doesn't feign sorrow, doesn't have to - but he doesn't let himself smile, either. Not yet.]