Jaegar turned to face Ewen, a spark of challenge in his eyes. "If the evidence against me is as solid as you claim, Mr. Mortell, then surely you have nothing to fear from an examination of my memories. Unless, of course, there's something about this investigation that you'd prefer to keep hidden?"
A tense silence fell over the courtroom at Jaegar's implication. Ewen's face flushed, a mixture of anger and something that might have been fear flashing across his features.
Before Ewen could respond, a new voice cut through the tension – deep, resonant, and carrying an unmistakable air of authority. Gawter Mersius had risen from his seat at the back of the courtroom, his imposing figure drawing all eyes to him.
"If I may interject," the Blade Sovereign said, his words seeming to vibrate with power. "I believe it would be... enlightening to allow young Ambrose's memories to be examined."
"I will be the judge of those memories, if they were to be true or false."
