Reid, holding a gun to Gideon: Tell me the name of God, you profiling piece of shit.
Gideon: Can you feel your heart burning? Can you feel the struggle within? The fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. You cannot kill me in a way that matters.
Reid, cocking the gun, tears streaming down his face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU.
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Morgan: Hey Reid? What the fuck does this mean?
Reid: Decay exists as an extant form of life.
Morgan: That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day.












