Chapter 97
Milo and I went down to the surgical room I’d used to reinstate his memories, and I got to work hooking Seb’s extractor to the NeuroTranslator. I was glad I’d taken the time to update the software so Milo could watch the memories with me, without having to know how to read NeuroGlyphs.
That is, if Seb’s thoughts manifested in pictures. If he had aphantasia, I would need to switch back to just the glyphs.
After a few minutes of tinkering, I was able to get everything hooked up, and relief flooded through me as one of Seb’s memories projected onto the wall.
I paused the memories and glanced at Milo, feeling anxious and desperate to see what Sebastian had wanted to show us.
“I don’t know how long this is going to be. Want to sit in the chair?”
Milo nodded, biting his lip. “Can we sit together?”
“Of course, baby. Whatever you want.”
I slipped into the large chair and patted my lap, indicating where I wanted him to sit. Milo climbed up, quickly finding a home between my thighs and leaning back against my chest.
“If it gets too hard, squeeze my hand,” Milo whispered, and I nodded, dropping a kiss on the back of his head before using the remote to hit play.
I wrapped my arms around Milo, and together, we watched the abbreviated story of Sebastian’s life.