[Her lips curl, just slightly, as she glances at Dillon.]
You're not helping.
[It's more chiding than anything, though, and her expression smooths almost immediately.]
You're not whole, Hannibal. [Was he whole in the first place? No, that's not the point.] You can be like this again - kind, and gentle - but you need to want it. You need to make it happen yourself. And you can.
[She's not sure if it's a lie or not. He wouldn't be here if he couldn't change, but she doesn't know if he'll ever be kind. But right now, she's just trying to make it easier for the man in front of her.]
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You're not helping.
[It's more chiding than anything, though, and her expression smooths almost immediately.]
You're not whole, Hannibal. [Was he whole in the first place? No, that's not the point.] You can be like this again - kind, and gentle - but you need to want it. You need to make it happen yourself. And you can.
[She's not sure if it's a lie or not. He wouldn't be here if he couldn't change, but she doesn't know if he'll ever be kind. But right now, she's just trying to make it easier for the man in front of her.]