You lurch forward, nearly colliding with Jordan as you gasp for air with a desperation you haven't felt since you were mortal.
"Jesus, Agad the Imperishable," Jordan exclaims. "Are you okay? All I did was check your memories for alterations and you went stiff as a board. I was worried I broke you!"
"There was…a fight. And I think I saw the corpse of my first victim," you say, almost drunkenly. You need to get yourself together and remember every aspect of what you just saw.
"There must have been some massive rewrites," Jordan says. "But if that's the case, you shouldn't be able to see through them. I didn't put that kind of power behind the probe. Not yet, anyway. I must have hit a trigger!"
"Trigger?" you ask. The room has finally stopped its infernal shifting and your dizziness is fading away.
Jordan nods. "Something implanted in your subconscious to release the memory when it encounters certain stimuli. The question is, is this how the person who put the block into your brain intended you to remember, or did I mess up their plans and trigger you too soon?" She frowns as she considers the implications.
"Did you actually see any of the memory?" you ask.
Jordan shakes her head. "No. I wasn't ready to dive deeply yet, and even then, I wouldn't really be seeing what you saw. I was in there for a few seconds at most. What else happened? Tell me about it."
So Jordan doesn't know what you've seen…that brings you to a difficult choice.