[Reid lowers his hand from his face, resigning himself to an oncoming migraine, and does his best to not sound exhausted when he says,] It feels like it was me.
[He knows it wasn't. He knows he wouldn't hurt himself to hurt someone else. He knows the effect that has on people, and the damage it can do, and that he wouldn't ever want to inflict that on someone.
Yet he remembers doing it, and he remembers liking it.] What was her name? Do you know? I can't... I don't remember that.
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[He knows it wasn't. He knows he wouldn't hurt himself to hurt someone else. He knows the effect that has on people, and the damage it can do, and that he wouldn't ever want to inflict that on someone.
Yet he remembers doing it, and he remembers liking it.] What was her name? Do you know? I can't... I don't remember that.