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{"I insist, please. I am not afraid to be trusted in, neither am I reproachful of being denied access to your memory." Zyrid spoke with Alex's mind.

It made things more intimate, in a strange, probing manner.

"Reveal what you wish. I ask only that you tell me to be gone with the idea of knowing such things if you wish not for me to know, such things..."}

Alex was quite surprised at the sudden intrusion. His voice sounded like radio backed with static. The air here was just a bit too magical for a completely clear connection. She also didn't expect this stranger to be able to telepathically communicate. Things could be more private between them, but there was only one issue of this privacy. No wait, maybe two problems. They would look interesting sitting at table together, not speaking and just looking at each other. The other problem came in which it would be harder to keep secrets and locked away memories behind the wall in her mind now that another had access.

All of the nitty gritty details of her life and the unpleasant memories could leak out. Of course, he could trip a floodgate. But in that event, she could just force him out. It wasn't such a bad thing, to be able to have a completely private conversation. In fact, it would make everything so much easier. She could pick and choose memories to show him without having to explain them to him in-depth, almost as if he had been there. 

There are only a few instances when this is dangerous, when someone is unwilling, like Clay or when they purposely break the floodgate, like her brother. Neither of these was a possibility.

"Well, isn't that a development. I didn't know you could do that. I appreciate the request, but tell me: What else is it you can do?" She sat forward on her stool and arched her brow, looking directly into Zyrids eyes. She hoped he would catch on to the longing in her gaze. Longing for what? Not even she does know.