"What?" Ren whispered, the word escaping her lips like a dying balloon.
Viper blinked, looking entirely unconcerned. "I said, I am guessing. The mist shifts. The trees move. It is a feeling."
"A feeling?" Ren's voice pitched up an octave. "You are navigating us through a death swamp based on a vibe?"
She looked around frantically. "We are in a boat made of rotting toothpicks, surrounded by water that looks like industrial waste, and you don't know where we are going?"
Viper frowned, clearly annoyed by her hysteria. "If you wanted a map, you should not have destroyed the map."
Ren froze. Her mouth opened. Then it closed. Then it opened again like a goldfish gasping for air.
The memory hit her like a brick.
