Do you exist without each other? Do you exist in the time before you met, when you lead separate lives? You never let me see those years.

Who was Will before he found Hannibal?

…we don’t ever learn that, I guess. Not really.

And after?

We don’t know that either.

Then there you have it. Whether the teacup existed before it shattered or not doesn’t matter once it has broken.

But– …I hate when you speak in riddles.

No, you don’t.

Does that make me Abigail, then?

That’s a riddle you’ll have to solve for yourself.