That was the funny thing about trust, you didn't always get to know why. Eli had things he kept, things he could always keep, but if they were going to do this, even just a fraction of the possibilities running through his head, he would need to know that she trusted him no matter what.
"Then I need you retrieve those memories, mine and my father's." He wanted his memories back, or at least wanted the option to have them back. The situation wasn't idea, but at the moment it could be an advantage. It would be interesting to see how his own memories might integrate or not integrate into everything else already in his head. It could even be useful, unless it only made him madder. "And we are going to see what sort of things you can do with a dead man's memory to try to figure this out.
"In the meanwhile, we are going to recreate as perfect a version of this nightmare-memory and find a volunteer to insert it into." Volunteer was a pretty generous term, but they were already wading into murky waters on this one. And this time there was no father to take the fall (and the credit) if things went too deep. But if they could pull this off together, if they could figure it out, and if he could figure out how this Pandora did what she did - then that would be something else.
"I also think you should consider going back to work," he added almost as an after thought. "Or at least finding a way to continue your training." At the moment they had a good amount of skill between them, but they could be better and he wasn't just going to let that possibility go unspoken. Especially if they were or could be a truly a great wizard and witch pair like their son had mentioned earlier.