" It is hard to know what Starling remembers of the old life, what she chooses to keep. The drugs that held her in the first days have had no part in their lives for a long time. Nor the long talks with a single light source in the room.
Occasionally, on purpose. Dr Lector drops a teacup to shatter on the floor.
He is satisfied when it does not gather itself together. For many months now, he has not seen Mischa in his dreams.
Someday perhaps a cup will come together. Or somewhere Starling may hear a crossbow string and come to some unwilled awakening, if indeed she even sleeps.
We'll withdraw now, while they are dancing on the terrace - the wise Barney has already left town and we must follow his example. For either of them to discover us would be fatal.
We can only learn so much and live."- Hannibal by Thomas Harris
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