play with your mind like this. I suppose that’s why you and your ilk hate us so much. We terrify you.”

“I am not scared,” Legant said.

“This is from your memories,” Sayeva said. “Something important happened to you at a football game, didn’t it? Something that made you vow never to set foot on a football field again, not even when the Saints are winning.” Now there was a book in Sayeva’s hand. She turned a few pages. “Oh. Your brother was critically injured while playing in a high school football game. He’s never recovered the use of his body. That’s sad. You almost have my sympathy.”

Legant started, "I don’t need your—"

“You should.” Sayeva stood right in front of her, nose to nose. “...

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