[ Captor bonding. You bond with your captor, you survive.
You don't, you're breakfast.
It's not understanding why she did the things she did so much as it is understanding that she did them. How long has that been now that she's been the malleable clay in Hannibal's hands, once again leaving him too powerless - too oblivious - to stop it, something else he's missed.
Abigail is Will's Miriam Lass and he feels unsettled by how devastating that is, that feeling of being in Jack's shoes just for that split second. "That's what he said." He feels upset. But moreover he feels angry. He could breathe smoke. He could kill.
Instead, he keeps holding onto her as if he'll never let go of her again, never let her out of his sight if he can help it. ] Oh, Abigail.
[ That's what he'd wanted all along. One big, happy family and Will had led him right into it. He didn't just take everything from him, he'd marked it all as his own as well.
His hands slip, and he takes her wrists instead, lets blood-caked palms splay open. ]
Let's get you cleaned up. Please, and then -
[ Then you can tell him everything. Then they could figure out from there. Please. ]
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You don't, you're breakfast.
It's not understanding why she did the things she did so much as it is understanding that she did them. How long has that been now that she's been the malleable clay in Hannibal's hands, once again leaving him too powerless - too oblivious - to stop it, something else he's missed.
Abigail is Will's Miriam Lass and he feels unsettled by how devastating that is, that feeling of being in Jack's shoes just for that split second. "That's what he said." He feels upset. But moreover he feels angry. He could breathe smoke. He could kill.
Instead, he keeps holding onto her as if he'll never let go of her again, never let her out of his sight if he can help it. ] Oh, Abigail.
[ That's what he'd wanted all along. One big, happy family and Will had led him right into it. He didn't just take everything from him, he'd marked it all as his own as well.
His hands slip, and he takes her wrists instead, lets blood-caked palms splay open. ]
Let's get you cleaned up. Please, and then -
[ Then you can tell him everything. Then they could figure out from there. Please. ]