Lion Head Mesa Mother

He would see her again. Siptah nodded, tears prickling at his eyes despite his stony expression. He could not let them fall. He needed to be strong. His father's words would have to be comfort enough. Quietly, he asked, "Why...? Why would someone kill her?" He looked up, to meet Ramesses' gaze. His eyes were lightening — they would be a pale contrast to the Pharaoh's own dark lapis eyes, with time.

Then, angrily, looking down at his paws, he growled, "I hope you kill whoever killed mother. They... they deserve it." He was just a boy, after all. A boy who still needed his mother. He wished he could curl up at her side one last time. So many opportunities he had wasted, roaming the palace. He was bitter.