Two Eyes Cenote along both lines of a pathway higher

life threatening.

eset's words bring with them a stony grimness that settles like a cannonball inside meseba's stomach. he swallows thickly, in the hopes that it might ease the knot in his throat but his breath is still hard to take, still shallow.

it is not powerful to attack a child. it's weak, he spits the word like it is poison in his mouth. and though he wishes to be unleashed upon them: a vicious jackal let loose to fill ammit's eternal hunger with the shreds of their souls, he accepts her emphasized refusal to his suggestion.

meseba swallows again.

as you wish, hebsut. meseba accepts with a bow of his head.