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No. because nothing would ever be enough. But it is a start. Maybe I could breathe again.
A heavy emphasis on the maybe. He was right; death does nothing, solves nothing. All it does is mean you are just as unholy as the one who committed the first crime. Blood looks the same from everyone.
But oh, Gods, how badly she wanted to seek it.
Sekhmet? she mirrors, the harshness of her mother tongue turning the name into something fierce. I will speak to Her. Tell me, Senmut, does She have an altar? she hangs eagerly on the edge of his response, a glimmer to ultraviolet eyes.