A bitter feeling rose in Rita's chest.
Flower Crown Murder and Variational Quicksand both fell weakly to the ground, like a rain of petals scattered across a black desert.
"You didn't alter this memory to hide a mistake. You never believed you were wrong."
"And you weren't pretending to be clueless either."
She looked straight at Byme.
"You were afraid Deceitful Bloom wouldn't come."
"You sealed your own memories like this because you hoped that one day… she would come see you."
"See this 'innocent' version of you. This 'ignorant' version of you."
Rita's voice grew colder.
"And those excuses… invading Tingo while she was gone, the rule about not starting wars without her…"
"That was her doing."
"She used your altered memory to take all the blame onto herself."
If invading Tingo was the right choice, then everything that prevented it must be wrong.
That was Deceitful Bloom's logic.
She believed it was all her fault.
She was the one who showed Byme other timelines.
