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[There's a moment when she wants to tear away. To flee. To melt into the nothingness of the hallways and become a spirit of this place, or to hide in her bed crying. He's gotten her again. She should be so afraid. Last time they were this close, she was attacking him; he was ready to kill her.]

[But the moment passes. She squeezes his hand lightly, shakes her head.]

If I killed him, it wouldn't be with you. It would be on my own. [There are things Will Graham owes her that Hannibal couldn't even begin to comprehend.]

[She does not address the possibility that she and Hannibal might kill someone else together. She doesn't want to admit how real that possibility is.]