“So, what did you see?” she asked, trying to understand.
He smirked. “Mostly your terror. Disorienting you with fear made you vulnerable. You weren’t coherent enough to do anything to resist. Then it was a blur. The two clarity points were when you were analysing the door, and the ring. You were so focused on them, you weren’t thinking about anything else that would have blurred the memories. The mind is excellent at betraying its priorities.”
So an interrogator couldn’t see everything, just all the important things. Lovely.
“What do I do, to protect myself?” She hated that she had to ask him. “How are you expecting me to prevent that?”
“An interrogator won’t stop until they have valuable information. If you’re captured, there’s nothing you’ll be able to do to stop it, but if they thin
