She leans to pick up one of the notebooks, and turns it over, running her thumb over the cover. "So that's what these are."

All the bits and pieces of his broken memories and self. "Very smart." There's a sudden sharp swell of gratitude in her chest for whatever instinct made her steal these back from the Task Force.

They shouldn't be in anybody's hands but his own.

She puts the book back down, and looks at him. "Did it help?"