"All right. You, yourself, it is." L stared blankly at the crystal ball, recognizing it as the cheap, novelty variety that was absolutely nothing special. It did reflect light nicely, but that was about it. L glanced up at him, trying to convey with his eyes that he was totally incapable of doing this.
"Your... name is..." he squinted, and then started, as the Gypsy grabbed his arm and shook him roughly. "Spencer Reid..." he stammered, looking surprised with himself and glancing uncertainly at her. She gripped harder, and his head tilted forward heavily, eyes half-closing. "You've... been blessed with a brilliant mind and opportunities for others to recognize your talents, and you've faced... great adversity. Your greatest trials are yet to come, but you have the fortitude and tenacity to overcome them. You locked someone close to you away... but she's read all of your words, and chosen to forgive you. Diana forgives you." The Gypsy released his arm, and his head jerked up sharply. He glanced uneasily at his surroundings, as if trying to figure out where time had gone.