this is your mess i'm stuck in

Imprisonment in Origin had taught Melia much about patience. Given Aionios's cyclical nature, she received visions of what was, what had been, what would be, all at once. The forecast of the future was grim, because it simply reflected and repeated the past, allowing no opportunity to learn and grow.

Even those of Ouroboros not shown their living, breathing (of a sense) Moebius counterparts had an earnest fire to strike directly towards next steps. They weren't waiting, tentative, to take another loop; they knew that their chance came here and now.

Melia allowed herself just a little bit of pride.