Ms. Skye's promise was reassuring, and Byrne didn't reject her when she touched his shoulder. Despite not knowing her well, he felt like he could trust her word. (Much more than Badd's right now, at least. Just how many people did he tell, anyway? And would they keep it secret? Ugh.) "Thanks," he mumbled, grateful that at least someone knew what the definition of 'privacy' was.

Now, to focus on Ema and her experience with the torture session. The prosecutor was becoming more convinced that Ema was much younger than Lana, mostly from the way she worded her concern. Still not going to ask, though. "Does anything make sense around here?" he replied, frowning. "I know there's a reason for us all to be here, but that doesn't mean everything the head psycho does makes sense." Especially when it came to the torture sessions. What logical reason was there for them? Surely they had nothing to do with preventing another almost-apocalypse or whatever.

But anyway. "So, those were Ema's symptoms after the fact." Whatever they'd done to her to make that happen must have been...no, Faraday, what did we say about considering all the gruesome possibilities. "But I haven't had medical problems like that after my session." Or maybe...? The prosecutor's brow furrowed as he thought hard about his own symptoms. Yes, he'd been having more frequent headaches, but he'd been blaming those on stress. Emotional trauma, yes, but it was less now thanks to him putting that night out of his mind whenever possible. Those hallucinations...he still had no idea why those happened.

Unless, possibly...? Hm. Come to think of it, his session had involved one big hallucination, hadn't it...