He didn't doubt that for a second. Eli knew with every ounce of his being that what she said was true - Samara would do anything for him, for their family no matter what that would entail. "Good," he said finally not sure he wanted to chase that line of thought any further just yet.
"But before I let you take a wand to my head to go after that memory, like you said, we do need to know more about how it works, because it really is like nothing I've ever encountered." He sat back in his chair, gaze shifting toward the cabinet where he has tucked his pensieve away before she came in. It wasn't entirely giving away the game because he kept a few different things for his projects in there.
"I mean it's not mine, but it quite honestly does seem like a natural memory, and unless someone out there is smarter than I am, which not to be immodest, but I highly doubt that, it would have to be some sort of dead man's or dead woman's memory as the case might be, but how to insert them and on such a scale?" Unfortunately, Eli didn't have access to any dead man's memories that he could tinker with and not have to carefully report it to the Department. And he didn't think it would be quite so productive to take someone's memories and kill them just to see what he could do - although he did briefly consider it.