Lion Head Mesa ushinawareta-wa

i don't know!
she shouted despite how close he became; maybe because of how close he was to her, suddenly, and did not hear him say much else beyond deferring to her plan.
why must she do everything?
where was the equality between them, if he spent his hours together with his collection, and left the tending of the land, its people, its customs, its war, to her? except in the case of ramesses trying to impress the other men or brandish his hedonism as a whip with which to swat at the roman, the greek, or anyone he might deem a joy to harass - what had he done?
satsu couldn't speak; she only felt things, terrible things, and futher spun-out while ramesses cooled beside her.