[The truth is not permitted in his thoughts and it certainly isn't allowed to be spoken. Not to Abigail, who would understand and not, who would be kind and cruel. Not to anyone. His existence is one of survival, and wholly based on the ability to move forward without looking back. He has been looking back on her a great deal, and things are growing tangled.
Leaning forward after a moment, Hannibal holds her gaze, as open as he can be without giving truth to the lie that is his openness.]
It was for comfort. [His own. The only memorial service he could give her.]
You are chasing thoughts in circles, Abigail. You'll go mad that way. [That, certainly, is no one's comfort but his own.]
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Leaning forward after a moment, Hannibal holds her gaze, as open as he can be without giving truth to the lie that is his openness.]
It was for comfort. [His own. The only memorial service he could give her.]
You are chasing thoughts in circles, Abigail. You'll go mad that way. [That, certainly, is no one's comfort but his own.]