Dierella stepped in, looking… oddly casual. A simple white t-shirt, hotpants, her wings moving lazily behind her like she didn't feel like putting in the effort. She walked further into the room, stopping a few steps away from me.
"That's something only Mana does," she added, her tone flat.
Mana rolled her eyes lightly. "We are goddesses, Evan. You wouldn't understand what we do for the greater good."
That didn't sit right with me, but I didn't push it. Not yet.
"You had another subject," I said instead. "What happened to him?"
Mana snapped her fingers once, like the answer was obvious. "He forgot everything."
"What do you mean, forgot everything?"
"When I decide someone isn't worth my time," she explained, swirling the wine in her glass, "I take it all back. The system, the memories, me… everything. Clean slate."
I let out a quiet breath. "Damn."
Dierella stepped closer, now standing right in front of me. "How did you get here?"
"I… thought I was dreaming," I said.
