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She doesn't know anything about what dark corners Bedelia has visited in her life. The way she smiles at her, the way she touches her… She is blind to what lengths Bedelia's gone, what extremes she's reached in her pursuit of knowledge and fascination. In her refusal to give over to fear.
Even now that Hannibal is behind bars, Bedelia still catches herself looking over her shoulder as she leans on her cane.
Emily may be younger, her innocence is a precious gem that doesn't stem from age, but contrasts with the stains on Bedelia's slate.
"Hey, you with me?"