"Saints," Lysandra said when the door had shut behind him. "Zephyr, you aren't Erasing Oden, are you?"
"Of course I am." Zephyr strode across the room and dropped into the chair. "I don't want to remember him anymore."
"But you weren't even together that long."
Before Zephyr could say anything in response, Viatrix emerged from the door again, wearing dark gloves that matched the rest of his outfit. He had also attached an electrode next to his ear. Lysandra thought it looked strange, a white sphere against a sea of dark red.
"Hands," Viatrix said, and Zephyr placed her forearms against the arms of the wooden chair. Viatrix clamped them down with devices that looked like handcuffs.
"Eyes closed," he said. "Going to scan."
Zephyr closed her eyes, and he ran his hands over her skull, following the back of her head and then her hairline. His brow furrowed as he stopped over a section of her skull, two fingers reaching out and scanning the area again.