
You want to know what it’s like?
Try walking into a room, alone, with a man who butchered his family with an axe—and reminding yourself that your job is to understand him, not to judge. That the entire point of your presence is not justice. It’s treatment. Therapy. That’s the line we walk. It’s razor thin.
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