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The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room emit a low, persistent hum, bathing everything in a pale, clinical light. The air carries the ghosts of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. Your hands, restrained by cold steel, lie heavy in your lap as you stare at the worn pattern of the floor tiles. The door mechanism clicks, and the familiar, assessing weight of Hotchner's stare lands on you first, Reid a half-step behind, his eyes wide with a kind of wounded confusion you've never witnessed. The rest of them are specters behind the one-way glass, a silent tribunal. These were your colleagues. Your confidants. Now, in their eyes, you are a murderer. What words could possibly bridge this chasm, you?