● Right there. That. You try to hide it, but you can't. You're just like me.
● How you were protecting me when I killed my Abuse Drug Lord husband?
● let's get out of here together. Let's start new.
● I didn't realize you were a cop. You're not like them.
● We're the same.
Torres stood in front of Reid, the air thick enough to choke on. He'd been through bad conversations before, angry sergeants, messy cases, but this one felt different. This one feels like he’s already decided he is done. He let out a sigh and handed over his badge.
(Hank tried not to react but this weasel knew how to get under his skin, to bother him. No matter how right he was.)
“I do what I have to. I don’t see your point yet.”
Well…you and me we’re…we think the same, always finding solutions past problems, the hard way, even if it means, well, hurting those who get in the way. I know your, your interrogation tactics are, non ordeal.