Lion Head Mesa Catacombs

She soothed him, and how Siptah wished her words to be true, but, "I haven't seen anyone cry for her," and for a moment, he sounded defiant. He pulled away from her gently, wiping his nose on his foreleg and blinking the last of the tears from his eyes. "And... I feel like a Prince shouldn't cry." If he wanted to be Pharaoh, he would need to be strong physically and emotionally.

But to hear his mother head loved him... He knew. He nodded, mumbling, "I loved her, too... I should have told her more..." How guilty he felt now, for time he had spent away from her.