Dr. Lecter continues to call his name, as Graham looks away, over to Diana. Her fury swells up in him; it drags on him, and tastes bitter, and he feels like he needs to cough it down. He lowers his eyes, and murmurs, "It must have been quite a show for him."

Lecter has pried the gun away, and presses his hands to the other man's face, looking into his white eyes, checking his forehead. There's no response now - he doesn't seem aware of Lecter or anyone else in the room. Graham, now fully aware, glances back to the end of the table.

"I knew he was inducing the seizures," he says, quietly. "But something's wrong, I was - I was wrong -"

He hears Miriam Lass' voice on Jack's phone, I was so wrong -

"He's had a mild seizure," Lecter announces to Gideon, retrieving Graham's gun from where he left it on the mantle, and taking a step toward the table.

Gideon has been silent up until now, but at this, he observes: "That... doesn't seem to bother you."

Lecter looks to him. "I said it was mild."

The doctor takes a seat at the head of the table, across from Gideon, setting down Graham's gun and sliding it aside. "Are you the man who claimed to be the Chesapeake Ripper?"

Watching him, Graham's face changes. His mind runs up against the question Gideon asks a moment later -

"Why do you say claimed?"

"Because you're not."

"He would consider it rude," Graham mutters, over Dr. Lecter's answer -

"- and you don't know much more about who you are beyond that."

"Are you the Ripper?"

His eyes fall to the plate between them, the black feathers, the ravens collected over the stag's head as though it were a dinning table, this girl's killer thought that she was a -

"Terrible thing." Lecter looks up, not to Gideon, but over to where Graham and Diana are standing. Graham meets his eyes. "To have your identity taken from you."




The moment he turns his eyes from Lecter, Graham jerks away, untangling his hands from Diana's rope.