[He smiles for her. For the mimicry, for her content. Fear sloughs off her like dead skin, leaving her fresh and new and confident. He hopes she will burn the old skin and ward the new against such poison.]
No.
[He wanted to see what she would do. He wanted to see her do this.]
Tell me how.
[How big she is. How she would kill Will. How she would kill Hannibal.]
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No.
[He wanted to see what she would do. He wanted to see her do this.]
Tell me how.
[How big she is. How she would kill Will. How she would kill Hannibal.]