Conscience 3x17
Everything okay?
It wasn't the first time Goren hated his job. It was a firsthand look at humanity. To shed light on the darkest dredges of society and the perversions of the psyche.
Here was a man who calculatingly cut down his wife, watching her descent into madness alongside her child. Ferrel had no compassion for this woman he had once loved. All to gain access to millions of dollars. To make it even more sickening, he had stayed by her bedside, brushing her hair, giving her baths, making her comfortable while slowly bleeding her dry. For six years.
He was ruthless, murdering Dr. Ford whose only goal had been furthering the treatment of the comatose. Out of animalistic panic at the remote possibility of a cure. Panic that had probably showed when he was alone with her, every time her lifeless eyes had swiveled to him.
And after everything his first concern had been begging for forgiveness, not from the justice system, from his wife.
It was Goren's duty to force Ferrel into enough emotional distress that he confessed. The way that best fit his pathology was incriminating evidence from his victim. And so the ruse had begun.
He recognized, hearing her son's flat acceptance that his mother was, and would forever be, insensible, that he had given them false hope. Her family, these people who had cared for her alongside that monster, who had always had the best intentions at heart, now resolved to kill her. As a final act of kindness. Because they understood, now more than ever, that despite whatever her darting eyes might suggest, she had always been dead.
And they forgave him.
I wonder. I really wonder.