You’ll be… my living legacy.
Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming? You owe me a piece of information, you know, and that’s what I’d like. … I won’t be surprised if the answer is yes and no. The lambs will stop for now. But, Clarice, you judge yourself with all the mercy of the dungeon scales at Threave; you’ll have to earn it again and again, the blessed silence. Because it’s the plight that drives you, seeing the plight, and the plight will not end, ever. I have no plans to call on you, Clarice, the world being more interesting with you in it. Be sure you extend me the same courtesy. … Some of our stars are the same, Clarice.
— Hannibal Lecter; The Silence of the Lambs.