My gaze stays locked on them.
The beings who created everything.
The beings who have always had the answers.
Finally, Accord focuses back on me.
“You misunderstand.”
A bitter laugh escapes my throat.
“Do I?”
“Yes.” The calmness of her answer irritates me beyond belief.
“We did not shape every choice.”
“Then what did you do?” I ask.
“We observed.”
I raise a brow.
“That’s not all.”
“No.”
The single word hangs between us, then my attention flicks to Consequence as he pivots his body in my direction.
“The Gods Binding was created as a foundation. A means to preserve balance within the realm.”
“It’s a creation of order, I know. But?”
His eyes follow mine.
“But the realm changed. The beings within it changed.” A faint ripple moves through the space. “The Gods Binding changed with it. We did not.”
“Changed how?” I ask.
The seven look toward the Stargate, maybe the realm—hell, maybe the Gods Binding. I don’t know.
“The Gods Binding is not merely an object. We did not simply give it our blessing. We gave it a piece of our power just as our creations did,” Creation herself states. “It is threaded through every part of the realm. Every life. Every choice. Every consequence. It knows what the realm requires to continue.”
I stare at them, confusion clearly contorting my face.
“Then why did you interfere with anything?”
I refrain from fidgeting when, for the first time, the Valorie that passed on Seduction meets my gaze.
“Because we are not without preference. We curated choices that attracted what we wanted.”
My jaw tightens.
“So you admit it.”
“Yes.”
There’s no hesitation in her answer.