[The silence worries him. They've just told each other pretty heavy things, after all. But Abigail knows, she knows the truth, she knows who killed her, and apparently he confessed. That's more than Will got from him. He just danced around like he always had, danced around and tried to get Will to question his sanity again. It didn't work, and it wasn't going to, never again would he let himself fall under Lecter's sway. Right? If he showed up, armed with the information Will has now, there would be no way he could...

He wouldn't...

No matter how much Lecter might try to get him feeling back on top of the world, it would all be a lie. For nothing. He had Abigail's words now. It was all he needed. The silence—would she say anything or just—

Oh.]

Hopefully everything stays okay. [Hopefully you don't need me. It's a sad thought. Him not being needed, her not needing him, the two of them stuck in the same place but avoiding each other. Not so different from home, and he can't go about giving her the means to make fishing lures after all that talk of hunting and fishing and what he said.] And...yeah. I know where to find you if something comes up.

[He hesitates to say it, thinks about ending it there. But to leave her with such empty words, he can't really bring himself to do it.]

We'll be fine here, Abigail. Both of us. [Lecter's not here. He can make a promise. It won't be empty because it's just the two of them. Hopefully it'll stay that way.] I'll make sure of it.

[I promise you goes unsaid, and perhaps it's for the best. If things change

if anything changes

at least he didn't say he promised.]