No, Finn thought firmly. It felt too real. That was definitely something that happened at some point in history…
But he couldn't prove that. Not without accessing more memories to establish context.
Suddenly, an idea formed in his mind. This was his chance to table his original request. The whole reason he'd revealed he glimpsed into a memory.
"Then let me confirm it," Finn said boldly. "If I go through the Mind-Cephalon dream state again, I can verify whether these are real memories or just fantasies."
Osmund's eyebrow raised slightly.
"And instead of bothering you every time I need to access them," Finn continued, trying to make it sound like a practical solution rather than a desperate request, "I could just get my own Mind-Cephalon. Kill one, turn it into a soul mass I control. Then I can delve into these memories whenever necessary to understand my fragment better."
