"I don't want that either." Abigail needed to keep it down and let it burn away all those bad memories, at least for a little while. "It would be a waste." And nothing should ever go to waste. She could almost hear her father whispering the words to her. That was the end of her agreement with River. She thought she would actually prefer a hangover to the memories, and passing out over actual sleep. If she slept, she might have dreams. And if she dreamed, she might wake up missing whatever piece of herself that Hannibal decided to remove to fake her death.
She had to keep those thoughts to herself. Not many would understand her choice to stay with Hannibal, or her desperation for some semblance of a family with him. Even among her fellow dreamers, she felt like a freak.
"So, should we stop somewhere and get something? Or go through a drive though?" She suggested, not wanting to put River out even more than she already had.