[Sheehan doesn't react outwardly to Aerith's words at first, but he does set his tea cup down.]

Aerith, if we start comparing inmates to inmates, then we're going to all suffer a headache. What Max needs is not what anyone else needs, and to compare him is unfair.

I am - it sickens me to think of what he did to those people. Some of them are my friends. They have their own paths to healing, even though they claim that they've forgiven him. But I stand by my reaction to Max and how this is being handled.

[Sheehan doesn't sound angry or upset. He's not mad at Aerith at all.

But he is very, very tired as he looks away.]

And I'm not interested in defending my methods, yet again, to someone else. I'm sorry, Aerith. I'm just not.