"Sigh."
Leaning back in his chair, Isaac closed his eyes.
He needed to think clearly, not emotionally.
Professor Catherine had sealed his memories.
She had used a mind skill strong enough to go unnoticed until now.
That wasn't something small.
"I don't like what Professor Catherine did," he said quietly to himself, "but…"
He exhaled and leaned forward again.
"I trust her. She must have had an important reason."
Trust didn't erase anger.
It didn't erase the fact that she had crossed a line.
But she had saved him more than once, and deep down, he knew she wasn't an enemy.
Still, he couldn't just let it go.
He folded the sheet of paper he'd written on — the list of things he remembered forgetting — and stored it inside his spatial ring.
If Catherine tried anything again, at least he'd have proof of what was tampered with.
Even if his mind forgot, the paper wouldn't.
"I want to ask Leora about this. But I doubt she'll tell me anything."
