The eyeball pinned beneath her hand was speechless too. All her abilities had been sealed, yet she still flat-out refused to follow the procedure.
It wasn't exactly wrong, just absurd. It was like playing a farewell lament with your mouth: the flavor was there, but never mind crying, any audience member who didn't laugh themselves to death already counted as aloof.
It was like taking an exam without showing your work, leaving only the word "Solution" and the final answer across half the paper.
For a thirty-point question, you could only get four points!
"Didn't your math teacher teach you to show your work?"
The corner of Ye Buyu's mouth twitched. "How the hell am I supposed to know the steps?"
"..."
Silence settled over the room.
After a long while, Ye Buyu let go.
The eyeball bounced up again. "Don't you know what you want to do?"
"I just want to take my classmate home."
Ye Buyu rubbed the Thumb Ring on her finger.
"The River of Forgetfulness's rules are too strict. Mistakes aren't allowed. There's zero tolerance for error. Once someone gets a believer mark, there's no turning back.
"It's one thing if they willingly betray us, but some people were tricked. People should pay for their actions, but saying they deserve it when they were deceived because of an information gap, because they didn't know enough of the truth, is going too far."
The wandering soul spoke hoarsely. "But this is Doomsday. Make a mistake, and you die."
"They're already dead. They've already paid the price for their naivety, for getting carried away. Is being deceived an unforgivable sin?"
Ye Buyu's voice was thick with incomprehension.
"Is erasing believer marks and accepting souls who aren't traitors really so difficult for the River of Forgetfulness?"
The wandering soul