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At breakfast the next day, I decided to try again to convince Braydac that he would be next. Now that my legs would actually hold me up, we were going to go to the lab straight after our meal so that they could repeat the Eibhlin Process and try to record my brainwaves again. Of course Braydac had told them that my memories were restored, and they were confident that it would work without any problems this time.
I knew he would tell them. I was seething inside, but then I thought that if he hadn’t told them, we’d be forced to keep mining my memories, and I never wanted to go through that again.
So I tried to be civil to him. Tried to talk to him.
The guards at the door must have thought it strange the way we just sat and ate in total silence, not realising that we were having a conv
