Spencer's answer goes on at length, like most of Spencer Reid's answers usually do. First, he does a brief rundown on the history of exile in some major cultures around the world (did you know that ancient Greeks practiced exile for homicide, and also ostracism as a form of exile imposed for political reasons), then he touches on a couple of the people that Charlie had exiled (the first person exiled from the Forty-Eight had a psychosexual addiction to strangulation and they simply didn't have the means to jail him so they exiled him for the safety of the vulnerable women he was targeting), and then after a good long while, finally admits his own answer:
No, he doesn't agree with exile. He thinks criminals, even the worst of them, deserve basic human rights like shelter and safety. But the world's a different place now, and they don't have the manpower to spare for keeping watch over a jail at all hours. Spencer's about to get ramped up into a talk about the difficulty of deciding which laws applied to this place, when they reach the Forty-Eight, and he awkwardly stops mid-ramble, farewelling Daryl.
Over the next few days, he reads over the admission interviews. Charlie's put him in charge of feeling out the new arrivals -- in her words, he needed to put his 'big profiler brain' into action and scope out if any of them were a danger.
But Spencer's kind of more excited about something else: genetic sequencing. Which is why when he goes to see Daryl, he's practically vibrating with energy, eyes bright and his tie fluttering in the breeze.
"Daryl, hi!" He beams, and then stops short, directing a baffled stare at the baby. "And hello, unknown child? Oh, no, I know who you are, you were accounted for in the interviews but you didn't give one of your own. That'll have to be rectified later."
To Daryl, he presents a somewhat battered sheaf of papers with tiny text on them. "This is a consent form. I have a personal project related to genetic research, and while I've studied most of the people in the Forty-Eight, you as a new arrival present an exciting opportunity for additional data. All I need is a DNA sample." He pauses. "You don't have to say yes, obviously. You'd be within your rights to refuse."
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No, he doesn't agree with exile. He thinks criminals, even the worst of them, deserve basic human rights like shelter and safety. But the world's a different place now, and they don't have the manpower to spare for keeping watch over a jail at all hours. Spencer's about to get ramped up into a talk about the difficulty of deciding which laws applied to this place, when they reach the Forty-Eight, and he awkwardly stops mid-ramble, farewelling Daryl.
Over the next few days, he reads over the admission interviews. Charlie's put him in charge of feeling out the new arrivals -- in her words, he needed to put his 'big profiler brain' into action and scope out if any of them were a danger.
But Spencer's kind of more excited about something else: genetic sequencing. Which is why when he goes to see Daryl, he's practically vibrating with energy, eyes bright and his tie fluttering in the breeze.
"Daryl, hi!" He beams, and then stops short, directing a baffled stare at the baby. "And hello, unknown child? Oh, no, I know who you are, you were accounted for in the interviews but you didn't give one of your own. That'll have to be rectified later."
To Daryl, he presents a somewhat battered sheaf of papers with tiny text on them. "This is a consent form. I have a personal project related to genetic research, and while I've studied most of the people in the Forty-Eight, you as a new arrival present an exciting opportunity for additional data. All I need is a DNA sample." He pauses. "You don't have to say yes, obviously. You'd be within your rights to refuse."