[Don't need. He wasn't asking for need. He was asking what she wanted. Abigail hadn't gotten much of what she wanted, and he was at blame for some of that. She had wanted to go home, but he couldn't give her that. He could take her there, but there was no home for her anymore. The house was tainted, and eventually tainted with her blood again.
But did she know that? Did she...get to that part of her life, had she seen her final moments as Will had been too sick to keep her from?]
I won't smother you. [Smothering implies he'd act on what he sees. Smothering implies tracking her every movement and making it obvious, telling her who not to talk to. It could lead to more harsh words, things he doesn't want to say and is ashamed he even thought. He could track her without ever mentioning it, though if she got involved with someone too obviously unhealthy for her...
...he could try. Would try. Might fail, but nothing new there.] I don't want to make you more uncomfortable here than you already are, Abigail. It's not easy. I don't want to make it worse. [A ghost, a reminder. A reminder of her father, of Jack Crawford, of Lecter. If she never wants to see him except on her own terms, if she never wants him to come around, never wants him to contact her unless it is absolutely necessary...he can be that sort of ghost. He can remain unseen unless he's speaking over the network, but nothing to her. He can be that sort of ghost. He's good at it.] But I have to ask you something, okay? You don't have to answer, but I think it would be good for us to know...where we left off.
What our last memories were. What's the last thing you remember before you found yourself here?
[Loaded. So loaded, but he'd pulled the trigger ten times. He'd pulled it again, all to save her. What was another one?]
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But did she know that? Did she...get to that part of her life, had she seen her final moments as Will had been too sick to keep her from?]
I won't smother you. [Smothering implies he'd act on what he sees. Smothering implies tracking her every movement and making it obvious, telling her who not to talk to. It could lead to more harsh words, things he doesn't want to say and is ashamed he even thought. He could track her without ever mentioning it, though if she got involved with someone too obviously unhealthy for her...
...he could try. Would try. Might fail, but nothing new there.] I don't want to make you more uncomfortable here than you already are, Abigail. It's not easy. I don't want to make it worse. [A ghost, a reminder. A reminder of her father, of Jack Crawford, of Lecter. If she never wants to see him except on her own terms, if she never wants him to come around, never wants him to contact her unless it is absolutely necessary...he can be that sort of ghost. He can remain unseen unless he's speaking over the network, but nothing to her. He can be that sort of ghost. He's good at it.] But I have to ask you something, okay? You don't have to answer, but I think it would be good for us to know...where we left off.
What our last memories were. What's the last thing you remember before you found yourself here?
[Loaded. So loaded, but he'd pulled the trigger ten times. He'd pulled it again, all to save her. What was another one?]