"You came to ask me to turn you back. Your ability is to change the time of objects, right? You can restore me to how I was a month ago, or a year ago. You can even restore a sculpture that's about to be destroyed, right?" Minsite didn't hide her purpose.
"I don't have that sculpture."
"I'll find it." Minsite gritted her teeth. She seemed to want to tear the person who destroyed the sculpture limb from limb.
"Do you want me to use my ability on you now?" I asked again.
"Hmph!" Minsite looked at me disdainfully. "Do you think that's possible?"
"I don't have to kill you," I said sincerely.
If I could change the whole world, it wouldn't make much difference whether I killed Minsite now or not.
"But you prefer me looking like this, don't you?" Minsite remained disdainful, as if she'd already seen right through me.
I had no answer.
"Come find me again once I've found the sculpture!" Minsite turned around and started to leave.
I called after her. "Before that, there are some things I'd like to ask you. Consider it a trade."
Minsite turned to look at me, her face impatient, but she didn't leave right away.
"Were you the first spirit to be born?" I asked.
"How would I know?" Minsite pursed her lips.
"What did it feel like when you were born?"
Minsite dropped her expression and studied me from head to toe. "Feel like? I didn't feel anything. At first, I was very confused, because even you humans weren't very clear in your own minds. Your ideas about me weren't certain or consistent. By the time I became clearly conscious, I was already the God of Death. You must've followed me and seen quite a lot, right?"
"There's still