He stepped back to save himself and his shoes from the vomit, watching the breakdown happening in front of him with interest and curiosity. He didn't attempt to stop the girl from rending herself, this was, in all ways, the break that he had been hoping for. A complete collapse.
Not for the first time, he wished that he had the gift that Lestat held, to see what people had inside of their heads. He wanted very much to know what was going on within Effie Nashton, though he could guess it was recalling the actions of Enigma. Guessing wasn't quite enough for him.
"Killed them?" He raised an eyebrow. Now this was new and interesting. There weren't any murders in Enigma's file. Had there been, Hannibal doubted he would have been called in so late in the game. Had there been, he doubted that she would have been left in a place where Erik could break her out so easily. "Killed who?"
Hannibal squatted before her, bending himself to see her face. To see the horror there. He drank it in almost gleefully. The shattered mess of a girl warmed a part of his heart dedicated completely to the destruction of other human beings.