Didi. A slight pang of jealousy went through her, for a minute. Not long enough to be anything besides a pang, but long enough that it was there. Love was such a petty and dangerous thing, sometimes.
"There are likely an infinite number of Deaths," she said. "There was one that came looking for Simon." She licked her lower lip, reigning in the fear that went with thinking about this, the fear that belonged to Simon within the memory, the memory that, as usual, was not hers. She shook her head and raked a hand through her hair. "I prefer Didi."
She could see her, perfectly, in Hannibal's mind. Much less intimidating.
For starters, she had skin. And a face.
She watched Hannibal slice the food and a different memory of his floated to her. River sat straighter.