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[versusnurture]

Whoever's out there: I want to talk to you.

[And she does mean everyone. People she loved, people she hated, people who were meaningless to her, people whose names she never knew but who knew hers, the dead (by her hands or Garret's or Hannibal's - whoever is out there.]

[She's starved for information.]

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[versusnurture]

[Rest. Can she? She wanted to, at first; when she first got here, she just wanted to stay dead. Especially when Hannibal showed up. She thought it would be easier to be dead than to try to fight him.]

[She's right. It would be a lot easier. But she can't die here, and she can't escape him, so her choices are freeze or fight. Which, she realizes abruptly, is more choice than Will has. Will . . . he's got walls, just like her. Bars. Fear. Anger. Hannibal. But he doesn't have anyone to fight by his side.]

[She pulls her shoulders in tight, hunched and small.]

I need to - not belong to anybody anymore. Be nobody's tool.

[After a moment, she mouths: I need to get you out of there. Hannibal is watching. He always is. But this is a truth she's starting to feel in her bones.]