[He suspects she will kill Hannibal, but he doesn't know it for sure; this is, in part, the whole point. No one but Abigail knows what Abigail will do. No one can. Her choices are in her hands.

And he expects that indeed, she will gut him as any hunter does their prey, but there is still room for something else. There must be. He lets there be, and tilts his head.]

All at once? Not likely. You are, however, capable of all of it. You will do all of it.

[He's searching her face now, memorizing it, this moment when she is still his Abigail, still young and intelligent and fierce and now hopeful, now free; freedom is so important, she'd said. It is, he'd agreed.

It is.]

You will do so much more than anyone thought you could.