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in time satsu would return to tamar with her questions. unable to look at her, or be her prideful self, or make demands now, she was sombre and girlish and shy.

it is no wonder that ramesses seeks this so often, if it is such a good thing. satsu reasoned.

she felt a little sick to her stomach as she then combined what tamar had told her, with images of ramesses, and the memory of the wellspring, and - she swallowed her thoughts.

i am glad that you obeyed me. she went on to admit. she wanted to apologize too, somehow. to make up for this order which was fundamentally so horrible to demand; it was not satsu's right to demand such an act from anyone.

but then she remembered tamar, the halfblood. tamar, the gift. tamar, the servant who could be made to do anything. this only made satsu more certain that things were meant to be this way.

if... given the choice, if you could go to the mazoi again, whoever it was... would you?