Lion Head Mesa I miss the rage,

He had followed. 

To comfort? 

Medusa turned toward him, untrained gaze full of confusion, not anger or hate. She heard his words for what they were, though: a threat. 

She was bewildered. 

And angry, for once! 

Was this Ra, and his retaliation for her lack of piousness? 

No, she answered in turn, just as resolute. The hem had taught her of Osiris. Had taught her how the heart was weighed in life and in death. And if he meant his words, perhaps it would come sooner rather than later. My heart will be light as a feather. Kill me now, so it will be so, she answered, Ra has damned me. I feel you mean to as well. You tell my dad these things, she demanded. 

She was young. Even faced with death, she could not imagine it. She had never known pain. He will know I am lying, she added, voice soft. Her gaze turned away. And anyway, I don't even know what I heard... why would Pharaoh care about his daughter being gone? she shook her head. They had all said goodbye to Toula!

Even still she could not wrap her head around it. What felt like anger toward her.