|It wasn't her fault that Mulder had
made the deals he did. But if he hadn't, would she be alive?
Scully knew the answer to that. Knew that Mulder still did not
regret his choices. She thought about the winter barren trees that
ringed the center, kept it away from prying eyes. Thought about
Mulder when he had good days and was himself, curled up in the
library on a couch, writing on his laptop. Could not help thinking
about the bad days when he spent hours crying or shivering or
hitting his head against a wall. What had they done to him?
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