They stayed for about an hour, even after the checkup was done, mostly discussing matters related to body, mind, and spirit. However, although the conversation was worthwhile, it only seemed to make Warden more depressed about his condition.
Apparently, whatever had happened to him shouldn't have wiped his memory if it had worked the way it was supposed to. But from her checkup, Elder Allen found that he was specifically made to have his memories wiped in such a way that even his spirit was somewhat disconnected from his mind. This was probably why the mind attribute was so challenging to improve.
Despite not being a sage on the subject, she found a dissonance in the synergy of his physique, mind, and Spirit.
His mind was somewhat synced with his physique, but it wasn't with his spirit. Spirit is not just an attribute that represents the core magical value of his being; it is the psyche. Whatever he accomplishes in his life leaves a mark on his spirit. Unfortunately, something was restricting him from connecting those two things.
"Do you want me to check on you today?" June asked hesitantly. "You might not be aware, but my methods are quite mentally straining."
"You don't say," Warden sighed. "Let's do it, though. I don't have my hopes up for anything."
June looked like she wanted to say something but was afraid to give him hope and then disappointment. "Let's go to my quarter," she said.
As soon as she mentioned it, Warden realised his quarters were not his own alone. It was better to do this kind of thing somewhere more private. Her place was just right up the alley for this.
"Just so you know, my methods aren't like scanning your brain or digging into it," she said. "It's more like tapping into your subconsciousness and letting you experience it yourself. It can be hard, you know. For some people, they create their own stories to use them as a shield against the world while keeping their deepest and darkest insecurities, pain, horror hidden deep inside."
Warden did not have his memories, but he kind of understood what she was talking about. "Would I even have something to hide in my subconsciousness if I don't have any memories?" he wondered.
"We never know," June said. "You never know what you hide inside after you bottle it up. Actually, that was the point of it. You hide things in order to forget them."
So, June explained what he had to do, and it was pretty simple to understand, though she had suspicions about it working with someone like him. Apparently, Warden had to sleep and leave his mind free for her to tap into his subconsciousness.
"Calm yourself," June said, even though her voice was shaking. Tiny bits of sweat trickled down on her brows, which stopped.
He felt like a current in his brain, surging back and forth with a torrential pain.
"What happened?" He rasped.
"Your unconsciousness," June gasped. "It was too powerful, almost impossible for someone below the gold rank to have. I found no purchase. It felt like hitting against an impregnable wall. But most of all, your spirit restricted my intrusion as well. If not for that, I could have barged my way in, though full."
"Are you feeling alright?" Warden asked.
"I am fine," June said, though she did not look fine. Although it didn't look that bad, like her eyes bleeding from that night, she did not look all that right to him, perhaps somewhat shaken. Warden didn't know if it was normal to be like this.
"I am alright," she informed. "It is not every day I invade someone's mind like this. Actually, I don't have much experience in it, even though I spent a rather staggering amount of time in my own subconsciousness."
"So what to do now?" he asked.
"Let's try again."
_____________
Mass release 2/5
The rest are coming after I have my sleep.