[Lies. He was expecting a lie and having to give one in return. But he knows now, he knows for certain that it was Lecter. Does Abigail feel regret for not trusting Will more? Is this a moment of vulnerability? Is her compliance a sort of apology?

She gave. She gave everything. Will has to do the same, not just for himself. He owes her that. He owes her what he couldn't give her before, what Lecter made sure he would never give her, and all he can give her in this strange place, even if when he returns home

if he returns home

it won't do her any good at all.]

Dr. Lecter and I went to Minnesota. The kitchen was covered in your blood. You had died. For real this time. He put evidence that I had done it in my own. He went further and put parts of all those killed by the Copycat there, too. He set me up. He framed me. I was arrested. During transport, I broke my thumb to get out of the handcuffs, took out the guards, and tried to find someone to help. It was just him. He drove us there. We spoke. Scales fell from my eyes. I saw what he was. I saw it, and I was a second from pulling a trigger against him before Jack Crawford pulled one against me. He shot me in the shoulder, and I went into the hospital where I found out how sick I was. Dr. Lecter told everyone that I had forced him to drive us at gunpoint while he sat at my bedside like a concerned friend.

[It all comes out like he's speaking about a dream he has issues remembering, but it's fresh. It hurts. It's a burn and a cut and punch all at the same time. It's far more than she told him. But he'll tell her everything because he helped take that away from her. He'll give her all he can.]

It was him, wasn't it? He did that to you. It was Dr. Lecter.

[It was always Lecter.]