She moved among the slumbering Inevitabilities with grace that made reality reorganize itself around her presence.
"At a certain point, you have to ask yourself what you will obtain if you ever do reach their level of complexity. Will you be better off? Happier? More fulfilled?" She paused, her layered eyes reflecting depths of experience.
"There is solace in mediocrity. In simply being. In existing without the weight of infinite possibility pressing down upon your every decision."
Her voice grew softer, almost wistful.
"The mediocre sleep peacefully. They love simply. They die with fewer regrets because they never knew what they could have become. Sometimes, Outsider, ignorance isn't just bliss. It is mercy."
…!
Her words were heavy. But…
Noah shook his head with immediate, absolute certainty.
"The mediocre do not get to make decisions. The mediocre do not have choices." His voice carried the weight of conviction that transcended simple belief!
