The officer watched the girl on his screen and wondered when exactly he had become the problem.
Jesen sat at a kitchen table in a cramped apartment, staring straight into the lens of a handheld camera. Her braids were crooked. Her eyes did not blink enough.
"…everyone who says he is weak," she said, "I want you to look at the red light and imagine your own kid under it. Then tell me choosing not to pull the trigger is weak."
The recording ended.
Silence hummed in the small briefing room.
Captain Mara Kedan stood with her arms folded, gaze on the wall, not on him.
The Internal liaison leaned against the door, expression carefully neutral.
The officer Sergeant Kade Brin, ID 7‑43A felt the weight of both.
He cleared his throat.
"So," he said. "Am I here for a commendation or a reprimand."
Mara's mouth twitched.
"Neither," she said. "Yet."
Internal slid a slate across the table.
