Lion Head Mesa devil like me

as if makono was not mourning have to lay down her own father. for having to be the one to show him his madness in the mirror that was herself. as if she had not been one mistake away from losing her own entire life.

but, yes, focus upon the poor woman given everything without working for it.

it was a bitter way to think. she knew this. of course. a soft contemplative hum. then he spoke of angrier pharaohs. makono did not wish to say she was too tired to see another dead — nor that she had considered letting the woman meet the ground as well.

i do not wish to be an angrier pharaoh, bayek. here his name was spoken, moving aside titles to reach his heart.