[ It truly is something beyond his imagining even as she explains in more detail. Hannibal always prided himself on being able to think abstractly and in great detail, but in this, he finds himself surprisingly at a loss. Her comparison to seams in fabric gives it some grounding, but then again, it sounds thoroughly impossible. A tear is a fitting word, but to think of it being ascribed to reality itself is... Well, he's not sure. ]

That is... I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I'm not the one that should be saying so, but all the same, I am sorry that this has happened to you.

[ But that part, the emotion? He can speak to that. His voice is soft, and there's a touch of sympathy there that might be more genuine than others, but those moments are blended seamlessly with the ones that aren't. It sounds no different, and he gives no indication that it's there. But it's also not clear what he's referring to. It could be the fact that she's lost a part of herself, or it could be for her being trapped in the first place. ]