Dr. Lecter, I'm a hero. [Flatly. So flatly. It's not even in the bright and sparkly way others here have called themselves a hero. It's bone-weary, tired and matter-of-fact. It's someone else's words weighing him down like a heavy crown.] I don't really get a choice in my point of view at this point. [He breathes deeply though, twirling the pen once more.]

You chose to trust Chane. Why is that? [A frown.] You helped her with…Lust? Or something else. [He bites his lip.] I knew Will was telling you everything from the moment you told me you knew about Ezio. But I promised Will I wouldn't tell anybody he knew these things.

[This time…he just stares for a moment.] You know they're people, right? My old counselors used to tell me to hold my breath and count to ten when I got frustrated. [A twitch of a smile. That, clearly, never worked for him.] And I'm gonna guess there's not a lot of regret behind what's happened to those people?