Sea Lion Shores canopic

"one might say the prophets and priests created the gods." ramesses eyed her with a newer sort of expression, one that sought to be knowing, and slide the blade of his arrogance between two of the woman's ribs. "but in the end, it was Ra who made all known first." he lifted his face to where the warmth of the sun ought to have been felt; sighed in disparagement, lapis eyes blinking up in a mist of nostalgia for a moment.
"we were molded from dust by more powerful beings than ourselves. it was they who gave us free will. gave us hubris," pharaoh said pointedly, though to that point he would leave off a moment. warmer here? so there were places far worse than this; well then, ramesses would give thanks to Amun that he had been led into such a fruitful place.
"you asked me if i was important. i was chosen by the gods to be their figurehead, the mediator between their world and those of my people. it is the role of pharaoh. it is why i cried out to Ra when i thought i might die here. and then you came," the white-gold boy grinned. "touched by fire. He is god of the sun. why should i believe you were led here by your own design when i begged that the gods show me favour, and you made sure i did not starve?"