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Yeah, he agreed slowly, alright. That sounds like a plan. What’s his name, by the way? I never caught it…

They’d reached a natural lull in the conversation, meaning Atreus could nudge it in a new direction. He peered up at the gunmetal gray sky for a moment, wondering if it might rain. They could always chat about the weather, he mused with a sardonic tilt to his mouth.

So, how did you become the pharaoh? Atreus instead voiced the question that had been on his mind since the start. If you don’t mind me asking, he thought to add, hoping he wasn’t committing some faux pas.