Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Keefe reeled toward Sophie and Fitz. “Whatever you did before—do
it again!”
They both nodded, and Fitz twisted his fingers even tighter with
Sophie’s.
Warmth surged between them, building and building and building,
and they blasted it from their minds with another transmission. But
the blade of energy vanished into the shadows of Keefe’s mind.
“Try again,” Keefe said.
“Absolutely not,” Tiergan jumped in. “You promised to pause
between revelations.”
“This wasn’t a revelation!” Keefe argued. “It was half a revelation.
Not even half, if you consider how many parts were damaged.”
“Damaged?” Tiergan repeated.
“Some parts were missing or distorted,” Sophie explained.
“Can I take a look?” Tiergan asked, reaching for Keefe’s temples.
Keefe nodded and Tiergan closed his eyes, and the creases on his
forehead grew deeper and deeper until he murmured, “A recovered
memory shouldn’t look like that. Once a memory triggers, it should be
every bit as clear as it was before it was washed—especially for
someone with a photographic memory.”
“But my other memories are like that too,” Keefe argued.
“Only one of them,” Sophie reminded him. “The memory of your
mom taking you to Nightfall was flawless.”
“Okay,” Keefe agreed. “So why are two damaged and one’s fine?”
“Because the damaged memories weren’t washed,” Tiergan said
quietly. “They were shattered.”