There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

"What...do you mean?" Varion reflexively stood up and stepped back in alert. "Are you...are you doing to use mind reading skill?!"

"Mallarc!" this time, Darleon couldn’t help but glare at Radia too.

Mind reading skill, after all, was something morally condemned, even in a criminal interrogation. It breached an individual’s right to privacy for their own mind. It was frowned upon especially because a mishap during the process would easily lead to brain damage.

While in some cases this method was still enacted, it usually needed ministry-level permission and was only done to a death-row inmate deemed unsalvagable.

Had Radia Mallarc stooped so low to use that kind of method?

"Ah, don’t misunderstand," Radia smiled nonchalantly. "I did say we have to see your memory, but I’m not going to read your mind."

Radia shook his head. Reading someone’s mind was a complicated concept, because it involved unreliable aspects like a person’s thoughts, perceptions, and intent of things. Things like they wanted to harm someone, or that they wanted to achieve certain goals; it woven deeply with someone’s soul which made such inquiry harmful to the target of the skill.

"I told you we have to see your memory," Radia tapped his temple, right beside his eyes. "What I want is the vision your eyes see during the time you have a blackout."

Darleon narrowed his eyes dubiously. "R-really?"

"Mind reading relied on the target’s cognitive, so there’s no use in using it if that person couldn’t remember it," Radia shrugged. "The memory reading I propose is merely to see what your eyes were seeing. There will be no probing into your thought or intent--right it’s like seeing a recording, and the camera is your retina."

"Ho-how could I believe that?"