“It became sort of frustrating. I mean, part of me loved it. I was doing what I was meant to do. I finally had a purpose. But then I was still invisible. Even the FBI didn’t see me…” Johansson and Templeton share a look. Johansson glances at me. “Are you saying you… wanted to get caught?” he asks Felix. He chews on his lip for a moment. “I just wanted someone to fucking notice me. No one wants to go to prison, but I knew it was where I was supposed to be. I was a fucking terror. I still am…” He lets out a slow exhale. “I deserve to be here. I know that.”
