[No worries there, either. Mary turns to leave and Will continues on in the kitchen. Bless his heart, he's serious about these cupcakes. Seriously invested, now. What's the alternative, stop and risk the hurricane of his mind dissipating, physically, all over Mary's floor? That is exceptionally unkind of him, so he busies himself as much as he can. He throws a look her way at the idea of Abigail returning, and yes. He does look in the pantry and see that. He almost snags those staling crackers, too. But she'll return to him at his post. And he'll reach out to take that elastic with small interest if there's any hair attached and a grumbled, almost defeated:]
She's not coming back, you know.
[It's the bitterness of a father who didn't lose his children, but had them taken. The difference between a child who has a legitimate, tragic accident and one that happened because of another person just not doing what they were supposed to. Going out of their way to be dangerous, taking pride in it. In Will's case, he doesn't have only "God" to blame. He knows exactly who is at fault, who should be rotting in jail.]
April keeps to her three months rule, but that's never come true with my people.
[Abel Gideon. Freddie Lounds. Frederick Chilton. Abigail Hobbs. Hannibal Lecter.
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She's not coming back, you know.
[It's the bitterness of a father who didn't lose his children, but had them taken. The difference between a child who has a legitimate, tragic accident and one that happened because of another person just not doing what they were supposed to. Going out of their way to be dangerous, taking pride in it. In Will's case, he doesn't have only "God" to blame. He knows exactly who is at fault, who should be rotting in jail.]
April keeps to her three months rule, but that's never come true with my people.
[Abel Gideon. Freddie Lounds. Frederick Chilton. Abigail Hobbs. Hannibal Lecter.
His people.
Whether they like it or not.]