Let us clasp hands o'er the bloody chasm

We are not so different you and I etc

(Note: trigger, language warning)

[A small, grim institutional room, cinder-block walls with multiple coats of off-white paint, one metal door with a barred and grilled window, and an oblong metal table with chairs. A uniformed GUARD stands by the door. At the far side of the table ANDREW SULLIVAN, wearing a brown café biker jacket over a white linen shi…