Rita finally understood why Byme's Vine was called Variational Quicksand.
It was a flower that refused to bend.
Once it chose a direction, it would follow that path no matter what stood in the way. Even if shifting just slightly would open everything up, even if its nature looked fluid and free like drifting sand, it would still press forward along its original route.
It was called Variational Quicksand, but every Vineborne knew the truth. Once it made a decision, there was no variation at all.
Rita stood still, taking a few seconds to steady herself. She let out a slow breath before speaking.
"I want to see your memories from Divine Instruction."
Byme raised her brows slightly, her gaze soft but sharp.
"You really are in a hurry." Even her anger feels like something she refuses to waste time on.
"Yes." Rita's tone stayed calm. "Byme, Starsea doesn't have time."
