"You mean you're going to enter her memories?" Jonathan Crane sat behind the desk, lightly tapping the tabletop with his fingers. Then he said, "You should know perfectly well how dangerous that is, Schiller. This isn't the level of therapy needed for an overweight middle-aged arms dealer who booked a Saturday afternoon appointment to tell you about his unrequited love life."
Victor frowned beside him. What kind of work did these psychologists usually take on?
"You don't need to remind me, Professor Klein." Schiller sat across from him, his hands resting on the armrests. "Since I proposed this plan, I naturally have complete confidence in it."
"I'd certainly like to hear what gives you that confidence." Jonathan snorted. "When it comes to this sort of thing, even God wouldn't dare claim to be absolutely certain."
"God has never been able to stop me. Not before, and not this time either." There was a chill in Schiller's tone.
"Well, since you've made up your mind, there's no point in trying to persuade you. Let's talk about Novie." Jonathan grew excited. "The Black Hand behind their resurrection must have tampered with their mental realms. But no one knows how he did it. If only to figure that out, we need another test subject."
"No." Schiller shook his head. "I'll enter Novie's mental world directly."
"Oh, God. How did I never know you were this radical? That treatment plan wouldn't be approved at any hospital." After speaking, Jonathan looked toward Brand, who had remained silent nearby.
"Don't look at me. My specialty is Brain Science and pathology." Brand said, "I remain skeptical about whether this so-called mental realm even exists."
"What do you think?" Schiller insisted on asking him.
Brand pulled out a stack of documents. "Based on the brain scan images, there's