...fuck. [Fuck. He finds himself struggling to breathe but forces himself onward, willing his own tears to stop and listening to her, refusing to let go until she tries to pull away. Even then, maybe, he wouldn't.]

...you knew what you were going to do when we talked on Thursday, didn't you? You knew everything. [Fuck this?] Will's...they're co-dependent. Will can't survive without him even if Dr. Lecter's...the way he is.

[There's another harsh breath.] It's safer if they're both gone, but why take you? Why couldn't it be someone else? [Like the other Bandit, he thinks.]