No wonder Taryn had appeared so upset when she dug up that particular memory. Yes, one could argue that the clones weren’t really people, hadn’t even been given the basic behavioral conditioning that would allow them to function as analogues of people. Even so, having to kill ten men who looked just like you and dispose of their bodies couldn’t have been exactly fun. No wonder Logan had blocked those memories.
He was staring at Taryn, eyes wide and startled, and then he put a hand up to his temple, wincing as if he’d suddenly seen what she’d just described, and it pained him.
“They’re back, aren’t they?” she asked, and he nodded.
“But…how?”
“Sometimes the mere mention of the buried memory is enough to get it to surface. I’m sorry,” she added, then left the doorway and approached him. S
