Graham lets that hang in the air for a moment.

Then he takes one step closer to the bars. "You know, when I was sick, I started pushing chairs up against my doors. To stop myself from sleepwalking right through them."

He knows all he's doing is handing Dr. Lecter the lead with which to shoot him. He doesn't care. "I thought if I could contain myself - what was happening to me - I could stay whole.

"What, exactly, do you think I need to feel safe from, Dr. Lecter?"