Lion Head Mesa mission, motive

there is a moment in which meseba feels discomfort settle like sickness in his stomach as she praises him, for fighting well. when not too soon after he turned from and disobeyed her husband. not directly, but by listening to both his own heart and tavina's.

she was made to stay in her quarters, a prisoner of the earth walls she healed within. was it possible pharaoh did not know ...? i left to search for eset after tavina took my eye as i begged her to. it is healing, it is scarring. ugly, but he lived and it did not take up space in it's socket, useless and infection-riddled as meseba had feared it would become.

pharaoh's fears only make his own sink like ice into his lungs, into his stomach.

i found eset. and machiavelli. she rushed off, back to the cenote and commanded me to take machiavelli to the mesa. but when i returned, she was not back. she should've beaten me by days. weeks, even. i fear there is truth in your words, pharaoh.