*The most painful experience*
*An unforgettable longing*
*Sweet love*
As the three lines of text on the table were erased, the corresponding memories in Charles's mind vanished just as quickly.
Charles, feeling his emotions gradually fade, carefully examined the wish orb in his hand.
"I'm suddenly curious," he said. "Did you take only my memories, or the stories I told as well?"
005 gently opened his hand, feeding the words in his palm to the Feast-Goer cradled in his arms. "Does it make any real difference to you right now?"
Charles gave an indifferent, low chuckle. "Not really, no. I'm a dead man anyway. Rather than letting them all vanish with me, I might as well trade them for something."
005's body was gradually turning transparent, as if preparing to leave.
