Ordinary emotions still apply, even with a murderer. Demps is in a little booth, one of several in a long bare room. We are separated by a glass. He talks through a phone, and I do. Behind him is a door made of metal links.
Guards pass by periodically.
Now that death approaches, they never leave him. Desperation could make him do something terrible. I doubt it. He smiles all the time. I'm in the fight of my life.