Yeda spent nine minutes reading a document she had already decided she could not cut.
The three seals stood on the capital's ownership of the national maintenance spine. That ownership sat under eleven thousand signatures which had refused her faction entry in writing.
Cutting a claim held by those residents would have made every word of that refusal into a joke. Nox had honored it at a civil boundary while a marshal held two million people hostage.
Nothing about a sealed door four hours later changed the arithmetic on that.
Then she read the claim's actual text for the fourth time and found it was narrower than she was.
It did not assert that the capital's residents owned the maintenance spine. It asserted that the Directorate owned the national maintenance spine on the capital's behalf.
Those are two different documents and the difference is about eleven thousand people. Nobody in four ward assemblies had ever voted a maintenance spine to a Directorate office.
