Rita skillfully sealed another bottle of You Are Me's Variational Quicksand.
She absentmindedly tossed the vial up and down in her hand, her gaze unfocused as though lost in thought.
Nivalis looked at her in confusion.
At first, when Rita had begun collecting You Are Me's Variational Quicksand, there had still been traces of anger and vindictive satisfaction in her heart.
But over time, those emotions gradually faded.
Now all that remained was hesitation and helplessness.
Had reason and instinct finally won out? Had Rita finally come to her senses and decided to stop meddling?
Nivalis's question pulled Rita out of her thoughts.
She shook her head.
"No. I just realized something."
"You Are Me is also afraid of seeing Deceitful Bloom."
Just as Rita had once guessed, the moment Deceitful Bloom chose to visit You Are Me, she would also be confronting the buried fragment of herself.
That would mean Deceitful Bloom had reconciled with her past.
