Interesting. It feels that there's a block of sorts. If she can see the memories, then it would only be a stretch of the finger more to be able to claw at the surface and set the deluge of emotions free. "Why?" he asks. "Is that how you were taught? Or is that what you feel you can access?"

He serves her another memory now -- this one of the coven, of their performances, and of the rehearsals. "Do you feel the mood? The undercurrent?" He whispers to her in thoughts, instead. Which one of them do I hate the most? Which do I love?