Lion Head Mesa she cries 'cause she's nothing like you, is she like you?

senmut was an icy piece of steel. yet makono felt the wailing of her once-father in her soul. his cries for a queen who seemed absent in his mindness. perhaps, she dared to think, treva was smarter than all of this — or maybe she was foolish. to let the pharaoh play among the fellahin while tending to a flourishing daughter.

i loved you. her spine straightened into a familiar line. but you are no longer the image of a man who i yearned to be. you are no longer the face who looked upon me in our lessons.

she refused to cry before him, but these were words he must hear before the end of it all.

but you made me. i am the legacy of you, whether you like it or not. taking that heirloom of madness and digging it deeper, deeper. a wound upon their hearts when she had not wanted blood! let me protect you with your image. let me give you one last act of love.