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omar khadr: [His hand covers his face; he lifts up his shirt to reveal wounds.] My arms and all of these—it’s healthy? I requested medical over a long time. [Sobs.]

male official: I’m not a doctor, but I think you’re getting good medical care.

khadr: No, I’m not. You’re not here. [Sobs again.] I lost my eyes. I lost my feet and everything.

male official: No, you still have your eyes, and your feet are still at the ends of your legs, you know. Look, I want to take a few minutes, I want you to get yourself together, relax a bit, have a bite to eat, and we’ll start again. I understand this is stressful, but using this as a strategy to talk to us is not gonna be any more helpful. We’ve got a limited amount of time, and we’ve heard this story before.

khadr: You don’t care about—

male official: I do care about you, but I want to talk to the honest Omar I was talking to yesterday. I don’t want to talk to this Omar. Look me straight in the eye and tell me you’re being honest.

khadr: I am being honest.

male official: You can’t even bear to look at me when you’re saying that.

khadr: You don’t care about me.

male official: It’s not true. People do care about you.

female official: Put your shirt back on.

male official: Take a few minutes and relax.