Clarice Starling

She ran on a playbook that was familiar to the both of them, yet he still felt the effect of her touch on his psyche. Will closed his eyes. “I understand, Clarice.” His hand dipped so their fingers could intertwine. “Don’t think that I wouldn’t understand.”

There was a bitter smile that came out more like a grimace. 

She laced her fingers with his and brushed the pad of her thumb along his rough knuckles. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Others have come to you for insight... I know what it costs you, and I...”

Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.

“If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?”

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