I am well read. I was going to do - what Hannibal does. I was going to help people. But I'm not well-read enough to know the answer to this, and I want to know.

Why do people dream what they dream? Freud thought it was all about the subconscious, but maybe it's just random neural misfirings, but maybe it's something else. I hate maybes. Do you hate maybes as much as I do?

[The bare edge of frantic fervor creeps into her voice now. Middle of the night panic. She does not let it take control her, but neither can she hide it completely anymore.]