Hannibal didn't believe that he was being told the whole truth. Not with the violence of her sickness. There were certainly more murders in the distant past, but he didn't think she was spotless in her record within the City.
It didn't matter. Not now.
He stood up and looked down at her. Taking his time in his study of her new state of being. She was recalling things, that much he could be absolutely certain of. He was glad to bear witness to the opening of the floodgates.
"I suppose that's one thing taken care of, isn't it. You cannot deny now what you've done."