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"i don't know."

before the shimmer of neith's eyes, his own coalesced into pure wonder; he stared at the work above the throne and felt his own chest swelling with an awareness he did not yet understand.

"sometimes i feel like i was never a child." lingering; reluctant; he let go of her paw and stepped toward the Horus Throne. mother's throne. 

solemn hand touched the ancient scarlet stone, passing his touch over its edge as if he could imbue himself with the stories that the rock held secret in itself.

"sometimes — sometimes it feels as if i remember the throne, neith. as if i was —" but that could not be, and khaemwaset shut his eyes with a smile which held vague mockery for himself, for his own notions.