"I believe you. You aren't a killer, Mr. Nassir. You're just caught up in a situation that's too big for any one person to handle. You've been carrying around this weight for a while, haven't you?"

She nudges the glass of water toward him again, sensing a potential breakdown coming. Everything about her paints the picture of sympathy--and it isn't even entirely feigned. She can't help but pity the wreck of a man before her, with his guilt heavy on his shoulders like a cloak made of bricks.

"I know, the way you were brought in here was abrupt, but we have the resources and training to act in this situation that Hakeem did not."