[ She does, actually, notice his quiet. She just has no idea what to make of it. Hannibal has had a slight air of mystery to him from the very beginning, at least as far as she's concerned. He's caring, and kind, and very smart; but he's also human, and doesn't seem even remotely surprised or bothered by anything about her. Shouldn't this ... be shocking, to a human? Or ... well, she wouldn't know, would she? He's always been very calm when she explained things like this to him, no matter how fantastical she thought it must have sounded to his ears.

So she lets it pass without comment.

Instead she only nods, because he got it in one. She's not ... she was never ... supposed to--

Anxious, Xion curls up in her chair, pulling her knees to her chest. ]

Both? [ she says, soft, her voice lifting just enough to make it a question. ] It's hard to explain, but if I'm here, then ... whole worlds are in danger. My death was supposed to ... free someone else who was trapped, [ she continues, though her face twists with the obvious effort of phrasing this in a way she thinks Hannibal will be able to understand. ] Now, I don't know if that happened. If he's still trapped...

[ Her mouth works. ]

And it... it hurts when everyone here talks about helping me go home, or asks me to survive. I can't! [ Her voice twists up sharp, and she has to pause to get a handle on her emotions again. ] ... there's someone who thinks the Sheriff can save me, but how can that be possible? There's no way.