Tillman met his eyes briefly. Bright, piercing, analytical, keen to cut him to the bone to see what was inside. Castle had looked at him the same way. He looked briefly toward the pane that he knew was a one-way mirror.

He was no stranger to psych evaluations. He had undergone plenty during his time in service and check ups every now and again once he'd been home, and then there were the ones before the trial... All of those made sense, had purpose. He couldn't see any point in evaluating criminals that had signed over their lives and would likely be dead before the month's end. Unless this was litigation and red tape regarding his chances at winning his pardon.

"No," he replied simply, his voice a sort of gritty rumble from disuse.