Enchanted brewery

Memories

Marja sighed. "Traffic is slow today. Do you think people were scared off?"

"Why? Because of your witch hat which is the size of a pine tree around Christmas time?" Jeremiel joked as he sorted potions.

"It's not that big! Come on!" She whined.

"Hey, last time I called it a dress for you."

"In a pinch, yes. But seriously, you can be so vicious at times," she mumbled.

Jeremiel just put another potion on the shelf.

Marja looked at herself. "Hey, besides my hat, how else would you detect that I'm a witch?"

"Big poncho, ripped black skirt, heeled boots and a shirt that probably was at one point a crop top but now oversized and hangs off you like your boyfriend's stolen metal band t-shirt."

Marja burst out laughing. "And here I thought you were gonna say something dirtier!"

"I am a son of two pastors. How can I make such jokes without being accused of lust?" He said dryly.

Marja blinked. "You can remember that?"

"It comes in waves, the memories." He looked at the fire resistant potion in his hand. "Sometimes it's a hymn or random thing from the elite school I was put into. Sometimes it's a full scene complete with pure emotions." He sighed. "Pandora is weird."

"Meanwhile I remembered everything due to an accidental consumption of a shroom!" She walked to him and had a hand on him. He didn't react. "Hey. Does it hurt to remember them?"

"Yes? No?" Jeremiel looked down. "I don't know. Sometimes it makes me feel better, knowing I can remember them. Other times... it makes me scared that my whole childhood was spent trying to fear people for creative differences. I'm pretty sure I would have shoved you off a cliff if I spawned here in Pandora with all my memories."

"But you didn't. All you did was tackle me, but then stop at that. You looked confused and stepped off of me." She brushed his bangs away from his face. "Do you want me to do anything about those memories?" She offered.

Jeremiel set the potion down. He was silent for a while. "Why do I want to say yes?"

"Because you're harboring prejudice to everything here in Pandora. You hate the people who are based off of ancient myths and who aren't from Christianity. You don't wanna hurt them but that school taught you that those who don't serve God are sinful rats who must die." Marja knew she hit it. His choking gasp was definitely close to tears.

She hugged him. He hugged her tightly in return. "I'm scared. I want them gone but at the same time... I just want the memories of my parents."

"I know. But here's what I'm thinking. I can make something to cancel out any prejudice you have programmed in there while also letting wholesome memories stay."

"But that's very specific!" Jeremiel noted. "You would need technology for that!"

"Oh please! If yous till have those memories, how long will it take before you lose it one day and go on a massacre as if you're some sort of executioner angel?!" She pointed out.

Jeremiel sighed, but nods. "Try? And if it works, we can sell it to more people in case it hurts to remember their old lives."

Marja nods. She pets his head. "Don't worry. I'm here for you."