With a groan, I let all of my barriers crumble around my mind. I allowed everything I was to be open to his mind, allowed my mind to finally be completely at one with his. I felt his shock and recoil at the anguish in my thoughts. I tried to retract myself as I felt his mental recoil but my barriers were gone and I couldn't find them. I was forced to watch as he saw my whole life, every murder laid out before him, each detail available for his scrutiny and judgement. I felt as if I was sat at judgement in the afterlife, having my soul deemed good or evil. I felt him grasp a certain memory and replay it over and over again; it was one that I still couldn't see clearly myself due to the memory block. Curious, I watched him watch my memory through his own mind. It was of me, in a hotel room.
