[He doesn't know, she thinks; all the more reason not to tell him. He'll just think you're a sentimental idiot. He won't help. He won't kill you. He's got plenty of other things to do - his own sorrows, his own plans, his own people.]
[It would be easier just to run from him.]
Hannibal, [she says instead, quiet and resigned. Disappointed at the similarities that have brought her to this point - the lack of humanity, or some overabundance of it.]
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[It would be easier just to run from him.]
Hannibal, [she says instead, quiet and resigned. Disappointed at the similarities that have brought her to this point - the lack of humanity, or some overabundance of it.]