Siptah had some naïve notion that he would recognize his father's voice, despite having never actually heard it before. When Ramesses left the tunnels and settled with his back against the redstone wall, Siptah took one look at him, and then his eyes widened. His own golden face seemed to be staring back at him - this had to be Ramesses, his father, the Pharaoh. Siptah didn't quite know what to say - all these days this past week of trying to meet him, and now, he was wordless. Starstruck, really. "Father?" Siptah asked, for he didn't want to make a fool of himself. Then, he stammered, "Um... Akhtar told me about the sun God the other day. I kept trying to come see you!" Then, likely an ignorant question, spoken in a tone that could not quite mask the hurt, "Why didn't you see us before?"
Siptah was too young to understand the bitterness in his father's tone — instead, the boy looked meekly up at Ramesses, and he murmured quietly, "I'm sorry, father." Perhaps he could talk to his mother later, and see why it was that she didn't need Ramesses? Then, they spoke of Akhtar, and the young Prince nodded, ears perking up. "Did Khepri help make you Pharaoh?" It was an innocent question, but privately the Prince thought his father didn't need any help from Gods — surely he was close to Godhood himself?
Siptah nodded, a look of stoicism coming over his small form as he listened to his father with rapt attention. He was a Prince, he should start acting like it. He decided that, starting now, he would try to be more serious, to be a better Prince.
Then, Ramesses spoke of Gods, and learning their names. Siptah's tail wagged gleefully — he already knew a few thanks to Akhtar. But then, re called his earlier decision to be more serious, so the boy took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, then said matter-of-factly, "I know Khepri, and Ra... there's another one for the sun, but I don't remember." He would ask the priest to name them again, one of these days.
"And Amun." Three was a good start, right? He blinked, then, as Ramesses reminded him of his own divinity. Quietly, he wondered, "Does that make me a God, too, father? And you?"
Siptah happily followed his father, his little tail held high and waving as Ramesses began to speak of Goddesses; they, somehow, held his attention more, and he listened with wide eyes; he lost track of time, but eventually his father led them back. Siptah had enjoyed learning, but he had enjoyed spending time with his father even more.