[Alana closes her eyes and a few tears manage to escape the moment she says Hannibal.]
[Everything in her doesn't want to believe this. She wants to just write it off as another lie from Abigail, an attempt at manipulating her and distracting her from what she's really hiding. She would even settle for being angry that Abigail never said anything until now. But she can't. She knows from the sound in Abigail's voice that it's the most honest she's ever been with Alana about anything. And she knew that Hannibal had pulled all the strings. Fear, coercion, charm. Whatever it was, Abigail could hardly do anything he didn't approve of first.]
[Resting her forehead back down on her knuckles, Alana goes still and lets the words sit there in silence because she knows where this is leading her. She knows what it means and in some ways, this is so much harder to accept than Will. She cared about Will, she trusted him to a degree, she even had feelings for him. But her relationship to Will didn't have the years behind it, the blind trust. Will wasn't potentially feeding his victims to people he lead to believe he respected. Will also wasn't purportedly toying with and destroying human life as though everyone around him was hardly more than an ant.]
[Alana suddenly gets up from her desk and moves through her cabin to the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, she takes out each and every bottle of the beer Hannibal brewed for her. She wanted to just throw them on the ground and smash them. Anger at pain has that way of erasing some rational. But she won't do that in front of Abigail. It's not to set a better example or concern of what Abigail will think. Abigail is, mostly, forgotten while she's in the fridge. Alana just wants a clean break from all of this. She doesn't want to let Hannibal let her lose control any more than he's already taken from her. Starting now. She just lines them up on the counter and closes the fridge.]
[Opening the first bottle, she upends it down the drain.]
spam
[Everything in her doesn't want to believe this. She wants to just write it off as another lie from Abigail, an attempt at manipulating her and distracting her from what she's really hiding. She would even settle for being angry that Abigail never said anything until now. But she can't. She knows from the sound in Abigail's voice that it's the most honest she's ever been with Alana about anything. And she knew that Hannibal had pulled all the strings. Fear, coercion, charm. Whatever it was, Abigail could hardly do anything he didn't approve of first.]
[Resting her forehead back down on her knuckles, Alana goes still and lets the words sit there in silence because she knows where this is leading her. She knows what it means and in some ways, this is so much harder to accept than Will. She cared about Will, she trusted him to a degree, she even had feelings for him. But her relationship to Will didn't have the years behind it, the blind trust. Will wasn't potentially feeding his victims to people he lead to believe he respected. Will also wasn't purportedly toying with and destroying human life as though everyone around him was hardly more than an ant.]
[Alana suddenly gets up from her desk and moves through her cabin to the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, she takes out each and every bottle of the beer Hannibal brewed for her. She wanted to just throw them on the ground and smash them. Anger at pain has that way of erasing some rational. But she won't do that in front of Abigail. It's not to set a better example or concern of what Abigail will think. Abigail is, mostly, forgotten while she's in the fridge. Alana just wants a clean break from all of this. She doesn't want to let Hannibal let her lose control any more than he's already taken from her. Starting now. She just lines them up on the counter and closes the fridge.]
[Opening the first bottle, she upends it down the drain.]