Lion Head Mesa Lachtára

Arsenio listened, but he still did not understand.

Tamar spoke of snow and that she did not know it. She did not want him to kill in her name, for his own freedom, for the sake of his soul… perhaps. The Greek did not know. He had killed for less, before. To take the life of a spoiled man like Ramesses so that it might set her free was a motivating and powerful cause. It put the belief of victory in his heart.

The man opened his mouth, as if to argue against her word.

Tamar spoke again, words that Arsenio did not like.

The ice of his eyes hardened. Hatred for Ramesses and his luxurious life filled his chest. Tamar did not know how to be anything more because she had not been given that chance. The Pharaoh had plucked it away from her. Before him, it was another man with the same thirst for spoils.

How do you know? he asked her softly.

There is a difference in serving because it is what you wish. That is a choice to be made when you walk on free paws. 

Arsenio was clearly troubled by their conversation.