She helped the girl sit up. Removed her legs from the stirrups.
"That's actually useful," Isabella said to Atlas. "It means the trauma is buried deep. Walled off. Her mind has protected itself by severing all connection to those experiences. We can rebuild without those memories interfering."
"Or she's just too broken to react," Atlas said quietly.
"Perhaps." Isabella removed her gloves. "Sit up."
The girl sat up.
"Stand."
She stood.
"Walk to the door."
She walked.
"Stop."
She stopped.
"Back to the table."
She walked back. Sat.
"Good. She follows commands. Body responds even if the mind doesn't." Isabella lit another cigarette. "That's our foundation. We build from there."
She moved to the cabinets. Pulled out a notebook. Started writing.
"Subject responds to direct commands
