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[She tilts her head back. Now she is almost smiling. Nearly. She has caught on to some kind of strength here, she thinks. Hannibal has a hold over her; she knows he does. She deluded herself for a while into believing she could escape it, evade it without addressing it, but now she sees this isn't the case.]

[What she can do is dive into it head-on, figure it out while she feels it. And isn't that the epitome of being a feeling monster? Facing your fears and devouring them as they attempt to devour you.]

[If she were a beast, she would be ourobouros.]

If you can.

[If he wants to; if he believes his gaze that sharp; if he can point his high-powered perception at her and see into her heart, what it is, what it was, what it can become.]

[Maybe he can. Maybe he's not as clever as he thinks he is.]