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She considered it explained his charm.

That, and his delightful accent.

Of course she acknowledged his cleverness, and as he was one of the best psychiatrists of the state, she could have expected that.

He helped her understand who she really was.

She had been violent to herself but also to her nurses, after she entered the psychiatric section of the Hospital because of the puppy incident.

Like that one time, when she decided to jab a fork into the hand of one of the latter, without warning.

She usually starts to cry, apologise and ask for mercy afterwards.

“Good morning, Sofie, how are you on this wonderful day?” She knew it was just his polite side talking, he didn't really care what her answer would be cause he would know how she was doing, just by the look he would give her.

He had proved that point many times in the previous sessions.

Dr.

Lecter could read anyone; which scared her at first.

Later she would start to trust him.

Had he calculated that fact and done anything to earn this trust? Probably.

He knew what he was doing.

He chose the appropriate words that would make a person react the way he wanted, knowing their nature. “So, tell me, dear, did your parents come to visit you?” He knew they hadn't.

Sofie had had the same sad face ever since her mother had told her that she loved her but needed time to understand what, as a mother, she did wrong.

That was four months ago.

He hadn't asked that question since she had told him how her mother felt about all this.

What was he doing? Her esteem for him weakened.

He was perfectly aware that it would hurt her.

She decided to look him in the eyes for the first time. He was smiling but she felt as if something was wrong.

His look was different from the one he usually gave her. It was deeper, more...

threatening.

That was the word.

“I apologise if I became too personal with that question.

I wanted another reaction than the usual sadness.

I wanted to see if you could say something, or react in another way than crying.

Your mother used to slap you when you were doing something in the wrong way, didn't she? You probably caught your father cheating on her with, let's say...

the neighbour, the one who used to bring an apple pie every Sunday, when you were around 6 years old, am I right? A sad childhood, that was.

It might give you reasons to cry...” He stood up, as she was looking at him with surprise.

What was he doing? He was acting so different.

She was completely lost.

When he got next to the door, she understood something was wrong.. »