(turning her head) You’re not talking about the case.
Because in Season 4, no one is. Want me to adapt this into a full episode outline, a poem, or a script scene for a specific episode (like Home , Memento Mori , or Paper Hearts )?
I’m talking about your nosebleeds. The ones you think I don’t see. The ones you wipe away before I turn around.
You want the truth? I’m tired. Not agent tired. Not “long drive from Quantico” tired. I’m tired in my bones. In places I didn’t know I had bones.
(turning her head) You’re not talking about the case.
Because in Season 4, no one is. Want me to adapt this into a full episode outline, a poem, or a script scene for a specific episode (like Home , Memento Mori , or Paper Hearts )?
I’m talking about your nosebleeds. The ones you think I don’t see. The ones you wipe away before I turn around.
You want the truth? I’m tired. Not agent tired. Not “long drive from Quantico” tired. I’m tired in my bones. In places I didn’t know I had bones.