What have I been saying all along, Slev?

[Chris glances to his inmate, not exactly sympathetic - he's still pissed - but understanding, in part]

This place is going to rip away every crutch you have until you have no choice except to battle your problems with just your brain. Murdering Hannibal won't do a fucking thing. Not even make you temporarily feel better.

You have to find another way. It's all internal.