[ His hand stays there, more for her than himself. Hannibal continues with that fond, gentle motion of his thumb over her cheek, but his expression is a bit more curious. It's not quite so concerned or reprimanding, at least. ]

I am glad to hear that, naturally. I also want you to keep living. But what I worry for is not something overcome by determination alone. I worry because no one wants to die. But unfortunately, they have no choice in it.